Swimmer:
Our models are you & everything I can live by w/out being
sequestered or bitterly charged for my shortcomings
ballooning in harmony around some parts of sky

I understand as profuse clouds. Understand like take in.
Huh? Is it fire? Up in ideal sparks’ glow

the moon made indispensable for smearing light
that travels down in a tiered border-like scrawl?