Treatment.

We reach elements (at full sail) within the (verse) set where touch management is unleashed. But the scenery surges out of diagram while the crew chills.

There’s a dual nature of invertebrate anonymity that makes most of us disappear, a seeming pulling apart at the summitry of escape. 
What’s semiology? My silence unrehearsed unless we’re in life to gnarl sparkle to figure it out? 

Our power script then will be about reading, a traveled world, not sick of fear, of exercise, of birthing a slave, volunteering undressed — except for slacks —