Turned around and went back in. For forgetting? Reverent reversal? Bygones bygone? Space is the date's cousin: where light gets in depends on the trees. Years ago, I was small. Today, I am just as tall, but there is a house where once it was fallow. A feral life comes out of the wild, though a phone's job is to ring. Ineludible allusions swivel on bricks bearing circulars. See my glossary: the compass' revolutions per minute. Resist or go all in? Doors are dichotomies, Manichean Mondays; Sunday resentful, Tuesday preventful. The sun's my home's uncle though, and he pays the bills. Sets don't care if you light a match. Lengthy pages indicate ten thousand faces have each as many choices. Galaxy-wide beings scatter while bacteria subsist; samesies.