flaw bearing retinue
fore bearing revenue...

If there be but two 
on this twilight moon's...

Valens, you are esteemed worthy,
at the Via Flaminia you lay...

Of a mind that’s glad, dopamine-laced silken...
stays awhile, close by, sobre feet planted to...

it's quite sad, so sad
when afterthoughts don't count...

Too quick to gather
tumbleweed musings...

an orange sat contentedly
or so it seemed to a quick eye...

Up on screen I hear them scream,
bright and vibrant, happy and sad...

for many a thought have now gone astray
once boisterous clacking keys now grey...

From the ground
the ceiling looks so much wider...

as today yields to the morrow
it's hope shall curb our sorrow...

on the first day of the month
we flipped all calendars in sight...