I’ll do what I can. It wears on me.
Smothered abstractions take time. Another day, slim odds. Almost hopeless, yet different jokes turn over in sleep, dreams that forgive me for killing the moment. Yet paranoia’s belated audition traps me if I let go while not assuming authority.

Evasion tho provides an advanced style, state-of-art restraint — the harsh gets exaggerated.

One more day to recover your losses mid-grin.