Stroll through evening’s set

Cars zoom, bars boom

Where weary weave

Under lights galliard

Seeking safety

In the overlooked nook

With counter brewing

Whilst the seatless

Still zip around disco town. ; )

Sheets bound for curiousity’s next journey…

By baby breath held, reader agog turns toward tension’s trek:

Through blustery blows, captain of grog guides cracking carrack.

His story sells for thee to see:

History sails survive the sea. ; )

Gander gandered at sea’s shimmered shelf holding pond’s ponderers entranced, but, then, his hen—notably more noetic and zen—began to honk poetic by pen—ripple-writing not-bottled lines waved towards shores of kindred ken. ; )

Equine’s event has merited no boasts

For breaking last rail’s obeliscal posts.

Jumper, though, provides horse a winning hand:

Fails turned to teach strategy for next stand. ; )

Palms had played the piece so many times, yet they had never questioned the purpose. Now, they were ponderating if keys in tune deserved more than a perfect play of both message and massage—if, perhaps, discords and dis-chords, themselves, were essential to establishing harmonies, especially those hewing habituation to the benefit of creativity. ; )