muscle memory
in cadence
to point in tone
smoothing every over with rattle
the build to common
bicker
in wads of facadal futures
compacting your observation
into speckled weight
"We're gonna change all that"
"That's what I'm here for"
And I
on the receptive end
flowing through treks of padded
soft billowy plains
knowing you are immersed in
the frigid war
bombarded dissection
tugging from the mean
jostled into and from
the ever cyclic whirlpool
binary
dichotomous
either or
