are you ?

that's when the wind changed, when i asked. it dropped the last last of a  thousand afters -
and wrapped the tinsel laughing in the foyer of our discotheque.
that's when the elder proof took root in the cognizant. bore fruit and  [ clasped  rafter. ]
and perhaps a winsome blasting... though annoying, it's our affect.
but are you ? yet ?

and who's left to true ?
disaster ?