pause before exclaiming what remains in your cranium

exchanging the neighborhoud chatter as data suggests

a shift for my gift to ascend to the ascent I prevent

the next intelligent hoodlum from bedlam into anarchy

like the Sunz of Man and rap stars in flannel prints

take a glimpse at the new day's dawning upon stars

we wish for progress unless Mount Everest melts like

molten lava problems solved leave wreckage in their place

for a space beyond what is known we cry to return home

only to find what inclines us to combine different skill sets

Perry Farrel told us "we'll make great pets"

Make it clear like The Jets for a deep undercurrent of sadness

perhaps this is a grab for a mad dash at the task ahead

if it involves correstponding face to face just in case...

....I don't make it home tonight....