The best thing about neurons is their memory
Cradled in the solitude of sweet October spring
In a colloquy imbued with danger and desire
Lies a truth unshaken by the mirrors overhead
Nor the firmaments brazen with fescue and miscues
Fragmented only by misdirected loyalty
For the gracious and the endearing
A lullaby for the hysteria

What kind of hysteria? The weakness of reusing word clusters from earlier musings isn't half as bad as their missing clarity. Having said that before, the femalist posing as an oracle feels compelled to say it again. You just can't miss the rise in performance being a dog attendant simply to remain inside the gates. Not looking for the faux-praise like his pee goes right into the bowl but these bachelor-like days reek with reflection which sometimes looks like a cry for help. Nah !! It comes clear like this:
It may have been luck or maybe serendipity or fate or randomness but I Love life with her better than any other possibility. By the way, not doing too badly as the doggie guy.