I can’t stop stepping into pictures, other sentences of abridgment, captured moving serenity.
Passing on, passing along an answer.
Birth, honest life, passion, renewal.
One true grade on the scale of green-grey-late-summer-blue and hints thrown in childlike tautologies.
What is a corner I can squirm to: Disbelief? Suspension of intelligence? Thievery? Or sarcastic imagery?
Simply thriving in fashion capitalism and backyard alliances.
Entire rolling infinity glitter, bound & away to bonding snapshot surfaces again & again, like order or breath.