Mortality can’t be beat. A big send-off but
no amnesty? A ship is on the way 

from mare nostrum 
or / & like crustaceans we had to give in, to forgetfulness for now. No static I could see.

Blinds drawn, our preachy, scavenged opacity fills w/ sang-froid riches of dark matter, soaking the globe w/ its bible pedigree & thumbnail intensity, semi-transparent. 

Before that yoga was fantastic, a soothing coterie added to sempiternal space & entered into w/ a worldview w/out language achieving access to felt qualities.