We see you là-bas with your saw.
Do not select us for your delectus.
Rather, widen each eye and tilt head to sky.
Leaves terpsichorean flutter over a no-more cutter.
Fealty to a script where one feels none is like a tree trying to grow without the sun.
Sense both reason and season first. Then, act upon those mind-bubbles à la empathy when they burst. ; )