R/ckets and S/ntries

today's gunk on top of last knit framework while discussing poetry with only aliens to watch. as if the long time inside the word warrant rode a duck to the foundry where we would try. if only in the event signal we could wrap a number moist with love. in these parts of community rock breaking we need a boundary sung in high C, fragrant to the heavens. do 'we' need 'you'?