Panic in the streets. She’s been to the end of their tether actually and, STILL.. anyhow(!?) managed to bandAGE it ALL back together again. These times are tone-filled and T-R-Y-I-N-G to teem with undeniable insight, ACTually.
One singular balance-of-ballet-body and she seems to sIMPLY think..
that this will ALL NEED TO BE: credibly INCREDIBLE, indeed. She HAD to have been affected by—-
These aforeMENTIONED ballet-dAnCeR eYeS. AND method-of-mind. Maybe, perhaps, PERCHANCE of it happening YET again…
sort of like… that OTHER childlike thing— an endeavour(ENDLESS&eventually) and BEGGING TO BE treaSUREd
And EVER since: the ablefaced BEGinning MADE SICKENINGLY SUGGESTIVE SENSE OF itSELF(!!)
Their eyes are their minds are their bodies are the root (to the truth)
Of their sycamore souls(..)
