My soul’s on break, thinking in a style of incompletion (tourist boats),  Obsequious, sharpened, 
 
Few motifs — the wash of light gets exaggerated.  
I need you and we wander on (language).  
At least our calls’re in the area...  
‘holding each other open’ formatting our interpretive devices to 
Moan for the surface.  
 
There may be many areas...