Between pubic and public, the falsities I flip on myself
batten: Factuality defeats me and my diction.
You phrog in my mind, toting your background score
to my music. Gameness is a gift; some possess it.
When you begin with a negative, you give a glimpse of
your inclinations. Habitual of noes: I own them.
The immediacy of experience is one item, but excellence
has another order. The ombre of existence.