They were understating their stark-eyed state of PulsatoRy awareness when we “went and did nothing else anyway.” It was a time of life inside
Of a restful restaurant anywhere else called BALFESNearTheGR€£N AND we just might NEED: to peel open our encyclopaedic eyes. “Why, though, weren’t they
Serving us scintillated SILLY-little conversations alongside ALARMINGLYdelicious side-dishes at a million miles and making mountains into scope-filled molehills?”
There were indeed ways of making it feel —
Delicately real and above that UTTER necessity for CREATIVE
Calm ANNNND quietness actually. “We joined our own conversations ‘til coined PHRASE-filled together… and went ++ with ourselves and anyone else
Against the grain of the rain-loaded outdoors AND making —
Delirious sense out of these hopscotching masterPEACES of permitted aforesaid
~~ ~Colloquial conversations.” And with time they just might like…
To grab themselves by the fisty-cuffed collar and STOP simultaneously:: “exactly WHAT(???) they’ve been saying… … .” To each other for that sake of saying something. Utterly. Not. Worth. It
