I’m craziest when I cannot be saved. Who isn’t? Pre-existence does not pertain. Nonexistence is leftover, raw as theism.

Inexistent secrets of satire go free of situation and structured sky, complicities (sex for ears).

The you-effects (more secrets) become less fearless (less and less) when innocence, dance then acrobatics cross lines and context. Codes of boundaries. Certain crossed lines score from beneath; a hobby becomes a color of late addiction to you.