To confiscate her deafening sense of confusion is to bravely dislocate herself from these petrifying moments of uncertain determination- a call to alarmed arms.. as she takes a thousandth deeply begotten breath and THREATENS TO TURN THE WORLD
Into her Number One circUS !
Vehemently prepared to bring order and chaos to the centre of surroundings and to punch a million WAYS above her weight/WAIT.. …
And what CAN we EVER do NOT to envy her SO SUDDENLY but to CLOSE our D-E-E-P-L-Y dishonest eyes? Were we ever even a part of her histrionic AND ENCYCLOPAEDIC history, or so sIMPLY soon: these forlorn and unjustly people
Of careless (re)whisperings ?
