The noble excellency, the teaching artist of life, has been manifesting itself just out of the blue, to evoke the catalog of each tender-heartedness, manifested through the symbols of pusillanimity by actors who roll their eyes with irritable hubris while adopting as tools a code of religious value, acclimatized to accentuate that god is a weapon. ▫ My being is filtering the antitoxins from toxins. Their skittishness haunts me in virgin moments. My azure gaze nests in a cryptic sheet of music while one's body of the lyrics meditates on love, apt to meet me from a... today, in a... tomorrow, tailored in only one tint of the tête-à-tête of lips that melts in the inferno of a victim's insomnia.