We like newness in a way when both leave things as they were. Like

how I graduated from this shame of yours, this pride

in the battle between the sexes? Thereto the rich won.

Can you place our names? I have a full canoe of alter-egos, asides
and despite the foundational rule of no rule,

decorative indeterminacy. Without hat, I got to anticipating mind control
as disingenuous.

Misdoers — let’s say with a kill-agenda — are tickled into anticipation.
Here is the place you and I may detect a language driver, untidy and young,
And speaking up without permission.

You get somewhere then stop. Wretched you.

In the mentalist version we grow inner living language over — to pillory hindsight.