Like catenary accessory on front’s display, whose slide and jingle to the floor would prompt pause, libertine loop, even hushed, your ephemeral freedom ceases once my skin senses consequent uncreases.

A bit of ambilogy may be heard as tongue announces, “I am coming undone.” But, unlike cookies friable or minds kaput, this plight turns right with not a snap, but a pinch of the fingers a la tap. ; )