Mutiny of bubbles

The body too needs doing up.
Bored of their buildings, earbuds or blind with effort,
They come with a common temper, a vision without articulation
The story of existing has lulled, points of light brought from beneath and lost in the evening's stats. A runner vaguely prescient of home's towels and heating from Norway and Russia, the long utility network streaming beneath her running shoes, which represent her life using polyvinyl flames. And Max, breathing, moist showerer of a human person.