Leaving You, No more a Speck of "EW"

Don'r trap me in to some impressionistic whirl,

I was making my way to the gates all day.

In this ebb and swing; we make believe it is also ours and influenced by all and not particularly equal.

There is nothing beneath and above this equality,

It is the harmonizing star of the sky without knowledge of falling.

Trade something more for something less, you will see vastly that your opinion graduated.

You find that even picking up after some litter bugs gives delight.  (If only to allow trees to breathe from a smothering strangle of a plastic bag gone arrant.)

Maybe the smell of carcinogen and rotten immunized the one who didn't have it.

No way...
...

Maybe just a playful road sign in Normandy or Norway.

I'm a burnt method, I assure you, though well-intended and by vague abstractions, countless.

Although, heaven too is a flame, so maybe the cinder is in the poised stoic and not fit in my bone.

Did we go to far?

Rants aren't like death.

Then again,

A fake-clap attache on Seinfeld reruns takes the day off-- and humor! Going above and beyond as it does, in that day; takes a warm turn.

Peace be with you This Sunday

Thank you for being you.