They wander about this place as though ever-eager yet really ready to equally sleep
A sweetest unknowing slumber. Pumped filled with vigor and ready to Bleed. A constancy of conscientious Hierarchy..
A living, b-r-e-a-t-h-i-n-g, sometimes bewildering and b-e-r-a-t-i-n-g FEELING.. as well as A WELL-WISHING hunch
Of artistic hindsight, and this FEROCITY of hilarity s-h-o-u-l-d ensure to Ensue – awhile all windswept and handcrafted Minds will suitably submerge and unwind per G-l-o-r-i-o-u-s metaphor per e-n-t-h-u-s-i-a-s-t-i-c-a-l-l-y ENHANCED Minute of saving Grace meets with
This perfectly imperfect Pl(ace) PUT Upon A hurtling, HURTING Earth!
Hurting?! Not so very much anymore
And with that hard-hatted AND certain-most SURENESS of coined-and-caughten catchphrase set to m-a-g-i-c-a-l-l-y Unravel and squabble… AND(!!) Ultimately Make amends of themselves this Time. IS to d-u-t-i-f-u-l-l-y divulge their (sleeping) dreams atop hard-WIRED an hard-FOUGHT thoughts which appear yo have been delicately ENSNARED
WITH-IN aforeMENTIONED might of Mind!
IS to dutifully
Like a dovetail in the uniqueness of the Night. ALL OF IT gracioUsly gathered in plausible and impassioned FRIGHT!!
Like we/they/ye/he/SHE SAYS: HINDSIGHT hilarity, Dearest People of prioritized mildness of Mind.