Already: the stride of my movement lays adjacent to discovery.

untitled think pieces, are a guaranteed recovery!

for when the math is, correlated by aligned traffic
and my neck, is adjusted after a glance of what’s graphic –

it’s truly: ‘something else’ in recognizing the items held up HIGH on the shelf!

(it’s ok to SCREAM for help!)

extending within reach, is a manifestation list checked off like a ripe & savory peach!

our hands see!

while emotions are sensory.

& our eyes pickup…

all of what is inside the cup!

i ‘love’ you enough: to shove you onto the gravel ground!

even if it makes a rugged sound!

because you were walking & not paying attention to the road:

ha, the consequence – of misplaced seeds on layaway, are nonetheless sewed!

all of this – could have been wrapped in a devasting disaster !

with bandwidths exceeding, transmitting into a raging broadcaster!

all because: you were on your phone thus you almost got HIT by a distracted driver in a ran over zone!

one could ask the question : to the villain supplier – whose desire is it, to acquire – power?

can water be made to flower at this very hour?

in request of a ceasefire, life is demanded to sustain even when given a flat tire.

the answer dressed as a question starts flexing.

like a pressed narcissist starts bubbling while vexing!

(it ain’t at all THAT perplexing!)

imagination can conclude, if shadows are subdued.

Who supplies the villain?

clearly those that have relied on others to ‘fill in’

the _ blanks of graves marked within cemeteries soil : a trail haunted by the ghost of a dethroned & subjugated turmoil.