Deep in the dream shines.
This is not a test. It’s the blues. But who can tell if it goes well. 
We’ll leave it at that, happy, hatless. 
The place was beautifully democratized with process. 

Yet our processes blow decorum of moving info... 
Also, it’s easy for you, suddenly, brief minutes from now, to have less to tell
to soften your last interruption I ignored.
Elsewhere alien drag parallels scenery we communalists push our way thru,
looking fine.