Addicted to cinematic revelation, parallel
parables more recognition than recall,
more water than wind, more wash than push,
I seek seclusion like water recedes down a crevice.

How much you interfere with other people's
storylines determines your level of villainy.

The dog isn't smelling the flower,
he's smelling the mysterious urine on the flower.
Gilded by the ornament of dissent?
Or guided by its insistence on sense?

Anonymous is not synonymous
with incognito.

Fog is more honest
than the clearest reflection
in the most well-meaning puddle.
Precedence doesn't guarantee primacy.