the nerve centers, from whence came the sugar cane mountain highs and the undulating re-marks of my abysses, shutting, shuttering and shuddering nadirs and epogees
the pen drops, the mouth moves silently, reading lips the new sign language, as the verve of my support is certified loopedinsane
surrounded by affection and beauty, my visions and wonderful miscomprehensions, grow dulled from over exposure to my sun's illness
the talk cure for what ails is to no avail, hum to myself - it will be ok but can't decide if those words should be followed by a comma or a period or a solar ellipse an oval between you and I a constant space