I work here but not much any more. 
Cascading circumstances. 
My travel limits are pointing to a chimera with no destination. 
Striking bells, lightening round..  
 
Take a test. Brightness gushes out, but colliding transmissions are roughened by the scream. Ballet is euphoric, turbulent-urges and compromises. But do you understand the point of my test?  
 
It’s anonymous either way.   
 
Tho before the diagramming mist rolled in I felt your grace,  
holding on all around two hands.