It all leads somewhere even on a road to nowhere and once lost and gain found. But the mumbo jumbo and the hurdy gurdy are unimpressive to anyone in the vicinity. My saintliness is wholly intrinsic and not subject to debate. It’s all I have left and I do not believe it’s enough. Prancing visions of yuletide and epic disaster are concurrent. Well know it’s getting late when coherence is no longer adherent.
but clever wordplay
is unworthy the true great
in fields of letters