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. ; )