I am confused, 
claimant of the photogenic vitamin to stop bleeding  
is not a complete thought, lacking resolution, useless but still settling in  
meaning in a way — a rain then raincoats of moods shifting, one’s thank you for pastimes as warm-bodied as visually queuing up for everything.   
 
It ran in families.  
 
So you get it now, assigning completion to our species becoming cathartic  
is no-yes, always vending graft over dualism  
with hand and finger gestures where we get caught chipping away at how we can stop.