We fell in love and enjoyed it when the vertex saw you off. Later we got dressed for golf, and congregated in the face with peers.

Better now if we didn’t digress but file out a shade apart to trail so many copycat champions of democracy.
Heaven is in the heart with its egg drop of credos, documents, from which large scale dull instruments are tossed upon the freeze.

Say you’ll be back. A blast of cold air
Stoked by an invasion of intimacy.