An unexpected segue from the mundane niceties of an otherwise nondescript Tuesday…

I was open like a book is closed. but a gorgeous sort of apple-worm 
doting on inlets of fever and dim revels. I slept in a barn.
i swept infinity under the carpet to approach an impossible scenario -
while slumbering for no reason as I gathered a host of reasons.
True I parked in the dark quadrants of my simple joys,
But I digressed.
I came upon a pool of sublime introspection
and my reflection
was another
Boy.