Strolling free, viewing sea—

Of lights.

Hidden hes and shes,

Homogeneous in their absence,

Cause no fear.

Flicker, hum, snap.

Just as mind labelled dwellings’ denizens,

Shivers stamp sounds as safe—

Whether rodent,

Or ungulate,

Or manqueller.

Where haggards stack hays,

Cities stack malaise,

Hazed by electric rays—

Energy that drains life’s yeas.

Yet, yonder’s yellows nourish neighs,

Their trotting fenced yessing lea—

As right. ; )

When an orgillous oaf’s two lips loose drivel, reply, alternatively, with tulips—who give swell amongst factoids about each hue’s meaning, forfending relayer’s spirit-soul with a rainbowed response of love, hope, truth, happiness, royalty, cheer, and forgiveness. ; )

Now, let us get back to the issue that needs to be dressed.

Rack-rent may be a challenge for a single lessee, but splitting with a spouse returns swag to a train mud-dragged mercilessly.

Marriage’s ideals will turn from laced as thrilled to spaced and chilled when myopic moves consider not results for twos.

So, if the ready she needs a steady sídh to bless worrier under the dress so that mountains emerge not to bear a mess, then let lovely dust over both veil and vow bless. ; )

Lacking distinguishable identity—like either one of toydom’s plastic soldiers or a berry pruinose of texture undisclosed, solemn soul stand-sleeps through others’ scarlet-screaming swevens as a background figure static—unable to either zig-zag up a ziggurat or bop body as a burrito in barracan. ; )