This cloaking device forestalls detection. Slanting, lost, an hour later we’re beginning to ride over borders. Borders are still porous, just look at this phonemic adventure! I need some top wipe. 
 
You’re turning me on.  
 
Reading pulp, there’s an interlude between devices where I wish you’d taken up singing of thingness. 
 
The thing is ethical epitomes go against the grain. Maybe a grain or 2.. anything too graceful. What are faux resonators for but to attempt command of natural selection and all bloodlines.  Um.. one thing more, there’s nothing but an eye blush of heat that measures desperate ‘votes’ we put in reckless hands —