Many in frowzy settings itch to announce themselves
on the baggage carousel of Insta and other handles.
These lug you nowhere as this stimulant as any other
transfers you to the realms of your making.
The mood fluctuates to the whims of wonder, and you
ask yourself rhetorical questions as the reticular channel
one to another course. The range and realness of feelings
are cataloged in an envelope, a dead letter.
