Heated inference, compressed form, along with a ‘crown’ of contradictions
veer dimensional rhetoric to here with you.
Our capital is redeemable, since our must-haves change directions and they’ll barely pertain, and why should they? What’s on our minds will be low on the must list, even lower than that. Narrative reprobates

— with a kill-agenda — tickled into corruption. 
Here is one place you and I may detect a language driver, untidy and young   
 
and speaking up without permission. In other words,    
 
young grammar gets somewhere then stops. The meaning of wind withers our good looks.    
 
In mentalist rhetoric one lives language over to outrun one’s sophistry.