Webbing vernacular, enwoven fabric, efficacious. Royal
roundness, velvet values, susurrous sounds. Remembering rowdy reigns, asking
awesomeness, totally beside myself. Taking something back, familiar flailing,
fever and dreams, taking something back. Etymology meant so much. Teleology was
cemented. Most yearn for purpose of reality, as arriving at reality, so much
has been written. Love has become familiar, certain surety in de ja vu, with
Love asking for nuances. Clouds foreshadowing forecast. Souls made sullen. Reminiscing
on what seemed perfect, so gravely different now. Expecting comedy, cosmic
science, excitement, visions, hypotheticals, laughs. It gets better. A neat cliché.
A spectacular tale. Can’t become hopeless, inside of fantasies, wishing upon a
miracle—bumps and diamonds, never experienced this one.
