Face pressure.
Sinus, up and to the right.
The limit approaches itself,
smells like an end without means.
Call it eye deal:
sight in exchange for
contractual factual tubes.
From Tacoma to upper middle California,
it's a light ride, gray to blue and gold.
Each word describes itself:
word is a word.
Sentence. Sentence.
Paragraph.
Paragraph.
Space full of space.
Face in a glass, reverse.