Pavane: It’s a sorry concentrate: Until I went broke I was indebted.

I just can’t do enough.
Now an international scale opposes the light in my body. It’s scary-loud at first, yet there are comic possibilities as dreams seem to centralize.

I came to my senses separating tonal values to achieve a lava tint, acting my age with your beauty inside. So what I say prompts the floor to pour over lava, torn Gillette letters and smaller decimals.

Each step (of yours) ground in my heart.