You are a living breathing breathlessly pressed behemoth thing
And we feel it all, every wonderfully adequate little piece – by the grace of a most tasteful ‘God’, you have been easily the finest indulgence known to be

And we do salute you, exceptionally curtailed by all of these mindfully immaculate moments in prestigious life

Indeed, we absolutely see it
But how, we have to whisper and preciously ask, did you ever unearth The Rhyme?

“Reason, my friend… utterly non-sensical reason. And you?”