Portholes

Flipping through adversaria, I locate doodles
with your name in lapidary style. Doused in
demisexuality leads to echo chambers across
the horizon. This is my argument against ex-
cess: it's an avenger. Benignancy clothed in
cravings is precarious, the other may accept
the warm-heartedness leaving the itches to
languish. Misfires conduce to pent-up forces
seeking freedoms.