Cloistered, possessive habits flatten into an axis
— tho it’s instinctive to watch who else is singing
I get no points jumping in or off.


It’s just synecdoche leaving not sharing to chance.
Calming down, there’s a dual rule of justice gone aground with top notes we won’t inure, some jittery appliance in occipital brushfire, active against the ‘human grain’ under our governing bodies.