Least of all actually seeing the shadows,

and stepping over tripwires and open mic nights,

and feeling the glow of the pewter, sitting on the table in front of you,

in terms of net- neutrality, behind a screen,

sitting on the table in front of you,

silver at best.

Laughter at it’s finest.

Silver being so good at being second best,

lost and found by a wandering shepherd, a second time,

a silver time,

a second chance.

Laughter at it’s fucking finest.