Sixty Minutes of Gordian Sweetness

A calm falls over the mien.
A word asks for your attention.
You provide your tension.

It's an exchange, a deal, a utility accompaniment.
Thank you for your busyness.
The second person will see you now.

It's a sweet myth, a lollipop of a god.
The pantheon of this hour is a conflict-free tone.
The music we mean, royally, is a purple ode.

It takes a little odd to even things up.
The knot fits neatly in the mouth.
Chew lightly and tarry until soft.