Where are you? Chancellor, controller collaborate, my storyteller. To look over forever cycles. Uncontrolled pockets, unparalleled isotropous. Though the word might not stop turning, settle, my indifference has started. Muffled by boredom or effort offset, listen to me effulgence, listen effectively now. This circle you put me through, a cycled enclosure of similar stories to stand-offish outcomes. It all orbits me. Obsession you must confess, I press. You do this for you or me? An enclosure close to some cages in size. More room to spread and to grow . . . Do you mind . . . ?