They’ve even been pondering the impossible- been stoically improvising awhile all upturn-of-eyes
Become… suddenly alive, again – when the weather gets better and their characteristics become much more than earned anymore(!!)
These people were meant for the harshness of wide-awake reality, rare-and-true and that other none-too-typical thing that they ALL are, were, WILL BE, actually:
Called completely comfortable within their very own such skin; to sit with them IS TO SING IT AT PACE
Awhile, her whispering, well-wishing words(absurdly suggestive that they ALL are) wander… …
Further than farther and that’s gotta, g-o-t-t-a… GOTTA(!) have been her favourite INSTRUMENTATION of all
To aforementioned sit and sleep and keep one eyelid wide=open, IS to go —
iMaGiNatiVelY(!) into
The progressive unknown
