You thought you had the journey all mapped out
dividing days into passionate melodrama or befuddlement . . .
napping in transit as resident fashionista . . .
Ubers and Lyfts at your beck and call . . .
Upgrading short stacks from a Dance Macabre . . .
odysseyites promenading with corpses along the boulevard
only to be messaged stack overflow . . .
That you decided at that point to shuffle the sequence
ballooned the palatability to the delight of standins . . .
You could have danced all night . . . and you did . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |