My racing heart, to maintain an ahold in realm, placed their defining canister of sands, emptied to the amassed: a silicon ream from Geishas mapping whereabouts. Keen not of a dust-era, a discard, in sentimental expunge. They placed the sort after prototype, deeply afoot to shallow in rediscovered monochrome, a world deft in shaded binary of colour, of regrowth.

My hour’s returned, having a relevancy; the finding exposure to unlimited lost love, becoming in time and place. Guiding the faded late filters of aback, the juvenile burnt focus of those racing in heart, my thought placed to the ridicule, judgement in abode.

Thought sailed past with longing hope, you sail to encourage a less loved filter, a better renounce to build in loveable discovery, in a divide myself infinite, less love of the sediment shaded to Geisha’s binary help.