To sit with this sense of inordinate and encapsulated bliss IS TO HOLD HER TONGUE AND TO

Touch that tremendous place of worshipped resilience… is to: open her languished eyes wide.. “shut!”

Is to take the time to equally unWiNd her tired tried and… invested EYES

Indented and st(ILL), in a sense… She is g-e-n-t-l-y incensed to be here, THERE.. evertWhErE, though?

They NEED to k(NO)w

Smiling as hard and harshly-lit as the sun’s only One: a circus of sparked & circumstantial circumferences, which will feed her magnificent imagiNATION