I stay physics-free for someone nice. 
A sunny, boyish grin.  
Winning the beginning, now smoldering.   
 
“The float is radiant, jammed with radiant things.”  
Back I said, a piece of advice.   
 
Reputations precede character, tact of apprehension remains  
deferentially. Creature masks are a precondition in reprieve. 
 
In bar lighting, one’s eyes drift as if  
undressing underwater. I see why snails  
 
build a house. They stand around, slowly tank,  
coltish to the end. Jacobeans.