17.June.25

Seated in quiet corner, against an entire world to see,

Engrossed in ads and fiction, stares an absently minded she;

Opted out of connects, even a la espieglerie,

Awareness is the real miss, chief to over-bored bourgeois,

Until a peerless window screams back, “Look not at, but through me,”

And slumbered soul high-rises to milieu’s serendipity. ; )

16.June.25

“Argh! Mutinous sock, you shall return to your vessel at once!”

“Leaving sans permission merits this foot-fleeced captain to hunts!”

“Oh, and think not that you are safe in another time and place.”

“For with both portolano and GPS, I’ll solve this case!”

“And, I fear neither puppet regime nor the worst sweat and flow.”

“Avast! End this cycle of lame; it’s time to show your gold toe!” ; )