Veritable

Veritable varicose veins chimed the roadmap to nowhere close. Then a clack as if to resuscitate a norm of brokenness. How not to describe the inner sense.

Mend something naturally brown amid the partway scenic lapse of barren sticks along the path intended. Matutinal rendering of  brusque habit in habitat.

And when all the nouns around me tend lapse in affection, I can piecemeal together a tiny history misted over by my own lack of affection for passing things.

The body meanwhile colored halfway blue commiserates with near misses of humanity while feigning in common various precious mistakes that hitch us.