This circumvent and substantial level of admitted upheaval, when a standing tall artist ably dribbles these meandering words till fair gently sustained amidst their smoky breath – inevitably both invitingly threatened themselves are these wide/awake audiences of claustrophobically people’s, playfully imaginative plagiarists are they and all of their literary and angst/arisen own primed awareness

Eager/faced and progressively prepared to wreak a most mildly kind of infatuated havoc again

Which one of us wishes to whisper it whilst wilfully bleeding to listen : “Yes … this is no place for a pen”