To Be Continued

I should have mispronounced your aura.

That would have gone down as pure sanity
run through a tickling auto-wash called Octopus.

Tired looking rags that gray blue following
the blend of whites with unavoidably dark socks,

hastened the demise, let's say,
of individuality near mist.

Humidity enforces its own evaporation
when people learn to leave town

of their own accord, in their own Accord,
and on their own.

Yonder winklight stratifies our safety
according to separate ribbons

made of chamois dangling like beads
that separate one room from another.