Realizing my dream performance in “Fidelio”
I am touched by quantum perpetuity and everyone who once lived,
lives now or is about to live,
softest jazz, lower right, someone’s lips moving up, down,
talking over adult computation. X’s naive split mirror interference, for example.

X’s book is staring out the window, saved-up.
Amusing I suppose.

X may have noticed I write over your first-born face, in a kind of praise, 
fuzzy & lovely fragrance of primrose choosing you 
of many then forwarding you as backdrop for my dear, dear heart X, Fidelio.