Mire

In the hamster cage, how does one spawn a sentence
and some more: The dodge of duties summons one’s
stillness? When entry to a lettered at-home is seen as
arrival: One is eye to eye with flintiness of another kind.

In this sketch, the idea of a flat back is faint. Sharing
the privates or rum punch with a sandbagger is rueful:
Low-rent experiences are allotted to most of us. Is
thought in thoughtlessness deliberate or destined?