I Fly By

I fly by the seat of your pants. Enriched by ballooning absence 

of the cerebellum ceded to revive. Give me a cord in accord 

with choral wooden darlings nattering. I flinch at the thought 

of the latest ought. Storebought immersion therapy eludes 

the gods. Her dissertation caught in the unfamiliar familiar. 

Bland as chalk tossed across the sidewalk between a flurry 

of sideways seeds. Destined to grow or bestow on a row

in someone's mind. Casual not causal. Trilling close to 

the throughline of majesty turned cad where nothing happens. 

I mean the scene has dissed itself. Shelved what content someone 

dredged up from the shallow pool. Spools of thread on shelves 

gave confidential information to the fallow twelve who would follow 

as time allowed. It was bleak within the frame around the roundabout 

where authorities shout to effigies of their making thin fun of mirroring.