Pros and cons, rods and cones, prone coddles swaddled broadly as inert gasps spray diverted river flow upload, backward-compatible, back up into outflow load for firm probe interior dialogue, set and setting, sifted wet and thus unsettled, deftly nestled in the precipice of average avarice, sent lisping away, hind legs splinted, hindering the antidote for sold constitution assuage. Formats negotiate their farewell tours along previously deposited trail residue from retraced multitudes. Open lip sounds belie unbroken obelisk, shifting clouds gathered and lilting in upward phase, betraying the unknown lack of non-existence. Story line petered out with limbs of traversal waking their elders on the brink of yet another touch simmering. Birds flying sideways bring alive whippersnapper and flittery improvisation as the parking lot chorus watches from the pit, eagerly anticipating a series of stunts and gropes toward perfectly balanced gasp / hold / exhale, in colors falling shard-like from accumulations of plausible deniability. Seeds in fertile pavement bring springtime groan even that much closer, with wind voices yelping portents of all the things. Symbols pause and stutter-step to let breathe the choreography of their digestion. Meanwhile, the now becomes the just past now, the now past, the now long gone, every word attempting to catch up to the last as it all slips away forever, as the past laps up on the lips of the future teller of now in quaint frames of fleeting bird-brain. Ropes and pulleys buttress kite string-hold on the half-life of words and thoughts disappearing in cold splotches across a hot windshield. Reaching inside the glove box, and under the seat, and up under the bumper for the button or lever that equalizes the pressure inside and out, affirming and negating the hologram of placid mirror moment within moment of this next now.