Pink glows and every street is from Paris
and it's the 1970s and everything is
a cross-fertilisation that gets me to the point and
self-directed, my agency is showing me
that everything I saw got logged and yes,
experience is back in a big way
and digestible, I'm slipping into the week in review.
I can blithely summate tapping out
tropes on a calculator.
I look forward to myself looking backwards.