The Double Fold of Diplomats

Some bright birds fall into the viewfinder of a camera. Behind the lens, attention's lifted from detention under the influence of milked English breakfast tea. The dependable modest Bic looks full through its transparent stalk. Never enough ink. Focus patched with sideways scars reminds that subtraction is unequal to absolution. The durable fold of official papers rooted in the same etymology as diplomas on behalf of governments. Embedded with codified rules for envoys. Integrity's a pinch of snuff for the moment. Who goes there asks one with claims to a flat earth following compelled to protect the perception of uncut reels of lore. That confound fluidity lusted for in upstart hearts. Can you fear me now? De facto permanent children obey their wristwatches holding body scores. With oceanic roar at full boar that chimes sentience for the duration of nations and slivers of inhabitants to ribald ribbon cutting fast as whiplash ahead of opening a new path. Agreeable to diplomats with bowler hats.