My eyes are canals and causeways that are constantly feeding. Sunlight spills into them and rocky outcroppings protrude to sever my illusions. But I'm not complaining about that. I'm arrested by the words: a sickeningly obsequious barrage. You're shameful and restitute behind your goodness, my friend. There shall not be a deliberate exclusion when we kiss. Not if I can help it. You shall remain as you are, yourself.