English accent perfectly portrayed,
Like algebraic equations perfectly placed.
Alliteration, don’t illiterate.
Don’t belittle the sacred space.

Someone stopped me. But not to talk. I liked their way. Speaking. Look. The walk of a libertine. But was it all a dream? They took my hand. Asked me to come. Follow them along. Be as one with the way of life. Not accustomed but not to worry. Its all the timing needed. They needed my mind to be open. To listen awhile. I obliged their wishes not once but twice. I opened it up and let it wash. It was a series of definite plights. There in the dark space was one. So small. Surrounded by beauty. No one could speak. He strummed away. Despite the fallback of another bad stunt. He knew he was right. Right then. Could it really be over?