Fleets, fingertips, flour, barricade. Game of words and reversing in backwards. Mess concussions and an alter sense. A stage is set in italics and flash lights. My destination is frozen in iceberg and apogee. Suddenly, subtly, subreptitiously. Lost: aloof in icebergs. Universal defense against… who?
Had a break in between broken ministers. I left available classes after omnipresent oblivion. You oversaw my fall and took photos. Dissuaded me from opting out. Veiled agent—ignorance is the new stealth.
What could have been useful of you is gone, so any payback is impossible. They told me about us. I invented streaming services. It didn’t hold you back and you did it again, time and until the disfigured exclamation point of the absurd, you still remained convinced that everything wrong was not your fault.
Terrible moves, if any. Dream of cooling down and I’ll be stationary as an island. You set it all on fire like an orphan child despite being the essence of my conviction, now the sentence of my laments.
