We message from the ones column deploying 
Pigeons to pattern heaven where detachment is cut off.   
 
Our recipients remind us of a few contingencies we picked up off trays,  
Bright boomerangs that tantalize in what’s feasible, wanting nothing and showing  
What go around and come around, left to their own desires and systems.  
 
And some of these babes are both dead and alive. Chew on that, Hobbes.