The breezy ease with which I shook, as I find peace in a hammock. I watch inflated clouds progress above my reach, beyond my breadth.
Yet in this masterpiece divine, with song of birds to help keep time, I struggle to maintain my rhyme or reason for my muddled signs.
For what it is was what it's not, defined upon an altered plot. And only those who've soon forgot can hope to still remember.
