I am all amiss. Senses seem waylaid this day, by fragments bleeding-through; distracted by fractal echoes, from my life on Mars.
Feel the tides that turn about me, atmosphere a-charg-ed. Fateful divinations sound in resonating chimes.
A message woven with the thread of a double entendre; the sense prevailing that all this has come to pass before.
The infinite asides inherent in these strange vibrations, have always compelled me like nothing I could well explain.
The cause of patience now commands my most devout convictions; you exceed the sum of all this, in claiming my thought.
Doesn’t change a thing, nor alter the fact I’m stood-down.
Leer at my own foolishness from underneath a frown.