It’s been this criminal thing of inner-ward thinking BLiSs: as all senses of singular individuality proceed amidst
An affable and utterly suggestive entanglement of unidentifiable and equally happy people; people diagnosed by their VERY own sense of impending wonderment, and it is meant to MEAN.. whichever THINGS they may choose for it to be
Or not.. to be: boisterous and rambunctious and having zero interest in stealing it from MANY AN e-a-g-e-r EAR, EYE AND MIND(!) of any of the posthumous greats —
We all separately sedate ourselves in one fashionABLE(.) form
Or NO other: this personalised self-demonstration of a most mightily flighty kind. Typically speaking, Our eyes have ALL-of-them Been-to-SEE(!!)
—- something SERIOUSLY SUGGESTED To Us..
And it most probABLY Possibly feels(!!)— all sorts of beautifully f*****-UP and ON UTTER PURPOSE
And of its very own high-wired accord
Remember it well, though: Not A Word, not EVEN an antagonised syllable, Oh, dearest plagiarist-People!!
But for.. the word of u-t-t-e-r silence when thinking deliriously out-loud(!!!!!)
