It’s an old simile then a meteoric construct —
What comes of the heart’s marquetry? Why ask?
a clay-toned physique returns to land
shedding light tints in reverse of rotating surf.

When he answers we single ourselves out, getting closer to our feelings reformulating sublime exclusion. Immense hard line purging tho brings on jouissance, scrubbing away guilt.
Ya, you are important to me. Devastating man in silhouette. You have a free hand while parody pays homage to inky musculature, to the celebration committee as continental insurance raises nighttime.