In my amethyst morning moodiness you were fleeting moment there before my broomstick was awake to take me a mere mile or two away to the labor lake of routine, rumor and black butterfly stripper drama converging like vultures on my normalcy like a curse against my shade shelter in their pain, fear and excuses full of tears and selfish reasons why it isnβt possible to comply but rather blame because it must all be compartmentalized somewhere But before this all began I was there with you just a minuscule in distress moment with your loquacious pitter patter chatter wisdom of easy words raining down on the middle of my poor English Switching me back on electric like I had a circuit into where I thought I once knew you