— Imagining an embedded monster in their heads. Go-between poem-piece and ocd-stuff…

They’ve been abrupt and wonderful for a long stretch of WretchedTime. All angles of MeanderingMind Have been

Taken down
an abrUptNotch(.) The Middle-of-the-road will do fine and surely, Thanks forAsking, because

—- At the end OfThatTippingPointAppearsToBe—- yet anOTHER: one of those constant sources of cutthroat colloquialisms, indeed. “They don’t wish to be seen, NorDeemed as Though anythingElseAnymore but for

These s-i-l-e-n-t people with sleepingFistsForFingers(!)” And it M-A-Y have been a TadTask OTT, heck, it may have e-v-e-n been

Beyond anything that they’ve ever skated on thin-ice to deal withBefore/ “Yes(!)” they are holding UP Their agitated-hands and BEGGING themselves, plEASE(.) “Take it e-a-s-y on WE(!!)”

T(his) mind needs
To source and feed and find… …. its very-own-state of
Ultimately unprovoked AppReHenSiOn……… “PLEASE.”