Feeling cornered. Blue moon as it were.
The music seems headstrong.

Everything we light on is structure for writing ..
And light always exchanges positions. Thank you.
Your mellowness operates a transferrable mind.
That line raises a lark, also structure.

Rules write themselves from .. Me? I’m
Immersed watching the light.

Then a synthetic stint, a few light chunks going someplace where
The senses look futuristic in the right light, and so a constant.