This insinuative retreat right here
will find us contemplating
at the bitter end of firsts,
where we ultimately unwind
the flitting intricacies
formally acquainted with the frigid
bridges of the morn,
or what we would otherwise call
the belaying of the holy trinity
(deployment of proper parsonage,
delayment of prosperous personage).
In one word or another,
we’re all glad to be cloaked
in that vinegar-spritzer veil
associated with the sleaziest
cashier chicken spirit sprints.