My word choice and voice aren't terribly fine, I usually misjudge the length of a line. I flail a lot. Sometimes I recover, cast lines that can linger, and can hover but soon bounce around some similar sounds then give up, explode in commas, break, stress, enjamb. Enjamb! Then make light of the mess by falling plainly back to Romance grounds reserving you, the reader, table ten (for two!) at Exquisite Le Bernardin; Whisking us off on my personal jet for dinner after Opera at the Met. Then, though you've been waiting the entire time, I leave you two, dry, unheroic lines.
