An organizing force under command matures into familiar
anesthesia: Takes my place being places (an event in tropes) —

The named oceans are dated, right, left
Pouting, getting better!

Meantime, ping. We’re here for discovery via inflection of lap pools’ recurring
condensed matter.
When we come to — there will be perorations in suspension, ripped,


1st choice for a sonnet = to solve for x. Be funny and coalesce.

Dear multiple choices from eternity: Send us a message we can wolf down.
Convey a sense of urgency if/when superfluous. Then put off all force.