I wonder: wordy, dense, and without direction.
Might well be hieroglyphic. A word’s worth
a dollar; the photo, a few miles above, worth
a thousand of them. Spontaneous overflow,
you know, of ideas, the powerful feelings,
recollected in tranquility. Smirk-ability.
A joke is best told before laughter.
Then we have a directionality issue-
Just crush it, like a can, can-crusher.
So careless, nomenclature is crucial,
and the choice is beyond you, yours,
beyond all recollection–
Tranquil or turbulent or-