Here’s one’s take on getting back together. It’s Saturn
— I think — healing (a method) stitched to transparency (washes of shadow)

& aspected by hedges, in the ball park, almost. To go on shifting subjects
— I whisper to you, falling myself for tweezer directions —
panicking in a big light second too soon — too late thinking — again — I’m literally
in compliance w/ odds off bets placed already wherein
chants, conflicts w/ breakfast & rubbery clouds go low:

Nobody totally killed it. The bonuses aren’t destroyed

at present. Tho the Apache state repaired to is offered only in a ‘thereabouts’ pattern...