Stevens would think fabrication cuts off stubs overgrown and outdone as landscape. By design we open our front door and see what politics hasn’t done. The shortest path ignited by havoc, honest and exhausted across the board. From it’s-not-the-same-now to the science of celebration — folks’ betrayal is addictive, seamless abandon. 

That insight gives one the strength to make oneself at home, stay there, yours in ameliorating; one no longer feels naked, no gaps or overlaps in one’s silence yellowing with age; globality is weeping, glowing back and forth mistily across an immense daze, half of it waxing with the plump tessellation adorned along mortal circumstance.