There’s this Desire to mind their own sense of intelligence again: to stay remote and comfortably both conformably(?!) controlled —

Til their sequence of alien-esque traits do, in-fact… appear to give them a most kindly sort of warming heartATTACK…

Of an abstractly aware and eager-faced kind- as tHIS sumptuously stirred prearrangement of painting-utensils breathes…

FREELY
And of their own worshipped and besotted accord-

“Silence- no sighs, NOR signs, of ANY-such-type of typifying Violence”

Because yet again… they want to officially remain.. undeniably put-UPON

‘The Trip of a Lifetime’. Just one, and it has to have been

Eye-opening and BEAUTIFULLY chaotic AND for THE PRICE OF WHAT(?)

But for that of INSTANTANEOUS hardship… When placed and pushedAgainst the awaiting face —-

Of a wraparound CANvas

“A Canvas Called Her Name… AGAIN”