A columbine of sound surrounds my ears - the vacuum's persistent validation wanes in my eyes as they catch shadows that are dyed; dalmatian fur and organized chess; voices arouse at the pupils and I want to see blue as if my eyes were always distantly blue. In entirety you are the ocean, but I pick you apart, handful by handful, and all I see is flesh. Please check the board again for I could have sworn I had you right where I wanted you. To have you now is to have you later - what more could I have asked for, in truth, the whole wide world.