Sexier than the sun she has been blessed amidst these painstakingly pedestrian people – wherein they fail to set her heart alight

By the sight of snow/flake dawn she swallows her am. yawn and begins to think

In a peripheral instance at least – catch and reawakeningly release all of these surround sound, about-to-be chitter chatter people who shake to quake her comfortable earth on out of here

To break her day in divide
By the sight of slide-eye she will ignore these uselessly problematical ones outright

They think they know everything when, really, they mean nothing and you’ll see it if you dig a little deeper and realise her inevitable cold shoulder