Swing around the city’s skyscape.

Hold firm if fingers feel caducous.

Spin around—on the ground—so much so that soles engage in geophagy.

Time for nightbreak; shimmered breeze aspirins both headwark crinkling and toes twinkling.

Act two: turn the daze of days—most often operose—into a terpsichorean opera of do-si-dos. ; )