son lux in my ears for the next millionth day,
remember when i wrote and it all made no certain sense.
but there were marvels within the slopes of cursive,
and let us all admit
we are all slight fans of the written relic.
no need for adversaries,
the simplest of conversations i am dwelling on tonight.
and in the morning,
some calm will come
because the next few days
will be less caustic,