A poetry of drop scenes earns dumbfounding awards.. 
Folk-maverick,  
you’re the counter-intuitive guest with a dark advantage.   
Adolescent, a heavenly circumstance..   
you go on telling lies keeping the upper hand over hosts in abstraction.  
 

Our memory of the moment wasted randomly

by desires for a wider development. A hill that’s not 
a hill, a gaze upon the sun leading to another byword 
not in this sentence.