As effortless as all you know, as active as a charm. This vessels lowly stowaway is armed. Let the credits rave, let the critics roll as the groom runs down the aisle. In a hail of bullets I just throw a towel and write the bride out a second life, a second hand, a view of space with an elephant obstructing it. I’m splashing greys where once was glowing white – I hit the pavement in the sunlight. I would beg the kids to just come outside and play, but I’d take the ball away. What is a sorry state when you can’t believe your eyes you’ll gladly take as second prize.

There are prophecies you’ll only prophesize over niceties and gin but now you’re asking I don’t know where to begin. All the critics rave as the credits roll, they’ve kept us wet behind the ears, so we’ll be speaking in hushed tones for fifty years. Take this heart and wear it on the outside. And as the rain comes down like a ticker tape parade the tears slow and dissipate. As the blood and sweat you’ve invested evaporates you’ll have tried but you won’t make it pay...

Sign this and file it under dumbstruck envy that’ll strike you down.

Sightless – the comfort in the danger enticing... I join the queue.

Mindlessly I made her in my likeness – scattered and absolute.

Silent and transparent – the one who hold the candle to the glow of you.

S.E