To commune sounds handsome, also calm, also a bit bendy. In the same call he reverses prerogatives — or his voice does. (I’ll table the difference. Each.) 
“Cloven, we are incorporate ... ” 
His message is mixed but never better aligned. Together, all across our call center that serves as our hideout, we’ll be learning the ropes, perusing scraps and parts of hope.  
 
No fins of infinity. Nope.   
 
No patterns clenched exponents where attachment is rimmed.  
 
We have no ho issues.  
No shady aftermath inter-scope.   
And to think a way out, we blur the ground and yield authority to a bowl... really a vase. Sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of storm windows, within a composure for light a translator can’t reach. -- To commune sounds handsome, also calm, also a bit bendy. In the same call he reverses prerogatives — or his voice does. (I’ll table the difference. Each.) 
“Cloven, we are incorporate ... ” 
No shady aftermath inter-scope.   
And to think a way out, we blur the ground and yield authority to a bowl... really a vase. Sit and watch dogs turn smoky brown tracking vans in drizzle, tarnished from sight, playing against a stack of storm windows, within a composure for light a translator can’t reach.