So much so that a dance is noticed in one’s reflection of a sky
at the rate that past spending could not match nor square forward
Wearing a chroma now to illuminate toward
a similar ritual in one’s own infested sky
Plain and Ordinary.
Lacking yet Customary.
novice…..the best place for exchange, best place for circumstance
a pardon of feaze, welcomed at first glance
So much so that a rhythm assumes all sides with the cracks in the walls
no floors, no ceilings, no cubicles, no stalls
returning to a cultivated interest, issued by life’s uninhibited romance
Rays. The skies have opened.