In a mean perspective personal history reaches for
the moon. How is that helpful?
With your one constant, you cut the rest off,

That brought down the red curtain, with a curtain rod staff.



Having it, you hobble


Away like a name dropper.

Emotions were they don’t belong.
Blues by Corelli.

Follow instructions — slippers, noodles, make us warm
As rouged physics majors of what’s next to us repair to an adjoining construct.