They must shine near fierce fascination, gladly despairing the sympathy in satisfaction. Summoned by catastrophic disease, inside the barrel of a gun I can’t see. R. I. F. L. E. Come on, baby, won’t you rifle me.

Who is the constant? Where is the constant? I am the constant.

Open your eyelids - raise the bar to the maximum degree. Synthesizing this se(a)quence of constant. This wasn’t an accident. It was an event. Wrapped in a cocoon now brace for impact.

They’ll set you up for failure; veil your eyes with the sand from the beaches of the amateur. This was the vision to end all visions.

The pipedream was predetermined. From the first mating call to the tripping of the land mines from the fall. Bouncing Betty gets all the attention, but I see through the ventriloquism, and cut those strings.

Who is the constant? Where in the constant? I am the constant.

I’m alone in the constellation - figure akimbo representation. Freeze astronaut, because it’s time.

Now shine, baby, shine.