If they did ably anticipate the state of fondly forged forgiveness then.. why weren’t we all acting the exact same: sanely speaking
&asking the other DEpersonalised and serioUSly bespoke word of questioning; it’s a layabout, handheld HOPE.. a noose on a wriggled ol’RopeAtop
Of
A floor HeapedInClothedHeCtIciTy(.. …)
… that it’s all gonna become: “A and B… AND C-okay(!)” Pardoning their very own PunsTakesAWholeLotOfInnerIntelligence, even if(!!) we’ve been
WidelyIdentified as these.. somber LITTLE sonsofBITCHES(..) There’s this brand new coping mechanism called
ExhaustedEnthusiasm and they can have whatever they want ANDmightLike, actually. “Because, it’s all been
A HELLUva-hullabaloo, and we cannot ask for any more” of these — PreviouslyPredeterminedPeople. And for the simpleSake Of making UP the (mammoth)Difference We might just delight
In their time. “Rumour has it, they’ve been Dividing themselves again… between being borderlineAmbivalent and AmbivalentlyBodacious.” And what may that take(?)
Pretty much… everything . Except to say: “they seem to have been borrowing from other people’s sentences to steep their very ownOpinions
In some sort of… balanced BlissAgain .”
