As it shifts, I was spacing out. I knew for a clock, copper to gold. Or silver to diamonds.
Such grand hopes, such tender angst.
So dear the terror, so torn the pash.
Life mesmerized us—most ginger, germane to itself.
Many forfeited the legacy, it meant so much.
And those eyes, so debatable, in favor, or opposing a message.
Thin atmosphere, classic sins, gigantic concerns, by chance, it must be remembered.
Like something was tinkering, connecting dots, moving pieces, creating a puzzle.
