Her feelings are, and always will be (she fears), a [sequence of real reasons of wonder="sorrow"].
They are robed in an unmistakable gesture of defiance, full of photons from the sun, ones she uses to define her home, her truth.
It's her thoughts that begin in their own way, living to approach from the distance, far and near as if breaking news. Coming out as [connections online relaying real universal problem tasks="corrupt"], creating a space in which she stares into to create and reject as second hand illusion.
Her feelings have their own poetics, glory in a boast is no non-violent missile. Really?