Past is no guarantee of future promise.
Anywhere farther — it’s too verbal a compromise. But you and I know more, we’re up next, forging no more colors, so I’m flapping my arms in front of me, carrying a few novel ideas in my veins. 

Maybe I’m afraid of being abducted. A thoroughly unnerving bigger anywhere...

At the very top motion’s in pink, divining our fixed up eyes that get put on the map, hey, whoa, how awful, how much closer to the maker... So be ready.