“On this side of the torii, I am only a slow if steady, slimy story.”

“If I were a kami, though, perhaps, then, they would see use through my blues—and want me.”

“Some sacred orders seem so dauntingly tall that I feel incompetently small.”

“Inherent in being a snail is oft the comparative attribute of fail.”

“But, tiny doubts, truth be told, hold edge in giving way for a grander perspective,”

“So I shall slug on through stalls and walls, honouring my right to wholly, humbly live.” ; )

Indeed, called by Sunkist in makeup bright and attire ballooned may presume impending clownage, but dolled by sun’s kiss in rays of light and eyes for attuned ways leads room in tending ownage. ; )

Train of thoughts speeds past buildings of cement,

Carrying persons of laud and lament,

Whose chorus of oddly synced babblement

Harmonizes tracks’ tremors element,

Accommodating accompaniment

Of scenes’ shimmering streaks of sojournment. ; )

Eyes switched from wince to awe as fronds opened to an ameliorative view, where feet deflagrated by scorched sand could already feel balming effects of soon’s wooing cool. ; )

“Ah, this idea is pure gold!” illuminated Inara as her face beamed below each dilated pupil.

“We can elicit shine from shade,” she glowingly shared, “by meditating our heated minds via skull as cupel!” ; )