There’s this living, seething, breathing insinuation that it’s all of it been uninterruptible and utterly this selfish act of concentrated opinion / bullshit, actually, and then some…
She has gainfully-both-aimlessly attempted to tie the weight AND the WHOLE(.) w—i—d—e width of the wide-awake sun
To her only one.. mainstream of mEanDeriNg mInD and it has been… brilliantly a-t-t-e-m-p-t-i-n-g to unearth and find the time-
for her each-and-every next LINE of readership (of mind!) to peripherALLy unwind —
This strong and earthly storm of wonderful warmth, actually- and she has worked herself to the, ahem… SCENE-to-be bare-essential bones of its sophisticated existence(!!)
If they felt what she has had to ACTUALLY act-and-alter so as to transFORM the ferocity of storm to a sense of never-ending warmth inside of her might-of-mind: We might find-
absolutely nothing, actually… but for a white-blank and thankful page, it sleeps- her about-to-be
Necessary rAgE: about to live with the ages
