It’s this symmetry amidst the hidden cHaOs inside of these EACH-AND-EVERY aLtErNaTinG key, lavishly created to s-p-r-a-y themselves enthusiastically across— a canvas called life.
Hopping, SKIPPING and generously JUMPing(!) out of their own skins —
This is the early-morning piano orchestration which W-I-L-L send one single person to the uninhabited brink.. of momentary gladness again, as her SINGular sense of LoPsIdeD SADness COURAGEOUSLY collapses..
And eventuALLy escapes itself —
At a pace of precious awareness
