Sing:

“Stages of violence yearn for a whereabouts.
Conditions look dispersed — beeping you (did I?),
not out of calculation; it began how far vast

signals liberate you to oppose facts,” you sing.
Or writing et al. change.
A frayed honeymoon was a pleasure, felt normative.
Pleasure gets exaggerated but there are three pleasure substitutes. Here’s one, an itch to borrow sentences to raise one’s consciousness.

Another is coming up with filaments like attrition of affects = eyesore.

Third, after a honeymoon deflections accrue.