I am a visual person. Always have as I see you admired you. Liked you.
A month ago I took no umbrage, bloated out of proportion,
umbrage hurled as a term in frustration. But now.
Pedagogic non being, lonely, un-filmed pretexts & Goethe’s juvenilia.
Good instincts aside, no ephemerality, no hidden rounds
Or inflexible spite. I see what no means.