I predicate movements on their ability for libidinal implication, but I am callused to everyday sentiments, while I twirl along glossy paths of custom ordered distraction, and I flavor the hallucinatory ego with useful awe, but I cannot put boundaries on the way she unhinges dormant energy.

I use a manicured personality, for cultural objectives, and I’m hoarding instances of gratitude, but I oversaturate the drug administrating field, as I wait for this lag in neurotransmitter processing to catch up, while I endure noisy distress signals, but I request her presence at our grandiose mishap, and I scribble notes their wall.

I am titling inert sequences within this pristinely virtual diorama, that is also ourselves, but I unkink the manifold of arterial psychologies, which reminds birth to exist, and I get hit with awe, by urging retinas outlined in nervous guilt, while I caress the jumble enough for mutuality.

I designate us within a flight layover cadence, and I notice medical equipment, blurred in our periphery, yet I recite identifying aspects of her, but I overwhelm thoughtful excuses with nobility, and I construct ledges, to house finger bending decorations of madness, while I ask gravity for loyal service, but I wipe off nostalgia, regarding the instances, when she abused that cunningly disguised personality.

I watch these contrived identities, fitting all too snuggly, and I dismantle tomorrow’s paranoia, but I keep to their recipe, as I impossibly gather sporadic accidents in her velvet mastery, and I open transit lines, that use absurdly radiant cartographic elements, yet I am hopeful, within dynamic friction.

I gawk at diminished returns, while I keep nodding involuntarily, but I admire how this belief loses it’s footing on the intentionally sabotaged evidence, while I browse grocery coupons to reduce the pressure of death, waltzing on my sternum, but I nudge at this anomaly, and I let myself yield into a fake version her.