private void sounds(everything) {

newLines

punch-card programs
echoing
extrapolating
competing
recursive calls

boolean thoughts
muffled
lost
in the arguments
of concert halls

fooling the void
pulses of impulse
a beat
the mind can dance to
and not another

everySingleBreath.makingSense();

stop();

this.return(methodFunction);

}

We hear a muddled voice, speaking in rhythm and de facto secrecy, repeating…memorized lines…a religious act…or an act of mild mannered madness.

Blues and greys fading to black fill the blanks of the walls, a small white bed somewhere in center.

A Victorian nonchalance hangs in the air as it does in her hair, brunette curls sleeping, a dress [...]