… just about everything

is mine to hear from this view of ‘somewhere’, itself a chance thrown to opportunity’s casual high, that slightly traceable leaching of glow -

what still escapes her is set firmly in borrowed polish, the gloss of another, rapidly seized upon in a glance

charging wildly down slopes (that allow for no faltering in the nip of snap decision)

at the very edge of calculation, rises a collection point for clues, as yet unfounded

angeregt durch zwischenspurt - short burst/singing

... or sounds as if

"... klingt als ob

du noch irgendwo hingehen könntest, wo unser „gemäßigt glühender Rebell“ ein wenig seichten Eifer erkennen läßt für's Anhalten auf Leuchtreklamen, und doch noch dem Drögen, das schon an dir leckt, entkommst, und auf die Schnelle von der Tünche zum Abhängen und dem Augengeklimper für müde Ohren kommst, schizophren wie halt alles an der Geschichte."

thanks to Sumuze

... which steps me to say: sounds as if

on translating all sides of the story, our rebel, now glowing temperately, reveals, for clues, the light in nevertheless, or in spite of the clues, light reveals her still escapes, which already leak in you or lick at you, on the quickness slopes that snap just about everything

... sounds as if

there is somewhere to go, for our “muffle fervent rebel” vaguely expressing unconventional zeal for

thumbing a lift on tell-tale signs, scampering from a moreish stupor, taking a cut of whitewash to the dawdling hour and clapping eyes on tired ears, schizophrenic on all sides of the story

… of all time

the greatest recurrence of all time
is the dodged pitfall:
a sour-grape say

instead of an unmistakable direction, all the time taking the greatest mistake back to its origins in wrongly taking, or carrying a mis to a shut-eyed bearing

on the way to becoming a muffle fervent rebel presenting a portfolio of sound

… in preparation

[unmistakably;mingle;potent;and;and;the;angular;recurrence;a;stepping-
in;]

an unmistakably potent recurrence
steps in
at an angle to ‘and’
the greatest mingle of all time

… as dwindle knows

pining is an unfulfilled art
prolonged to epic length -

shy away, if you can -

or flounder, with volumes undeclared –

blank page = []

then again, gather up in preparation:

unmistakably;
mingle;
potent;
and; and; the;
angular; recurrence;
a;
stepping-in;

down pens (returns, rebounds and other hesitancies)

“…this page turned its back…”

(if you remember) and is now purposely closed – awaiting prise

(out of bounce
from clog commotion
obstructing regain… )

to salvage what might be there, that is all, nothing spectacular or ground-breakingly radical, just there: in or at that place, where you will find no-one exclusively paying attention to ahem. And in the case of every or any who, there are unrealised exchanges to be had, it’s all a matter of time, as dwindle knows.

do

from the word ‘go’
comes a sieve chartered for Bygones
by Bygones: “go through you hot-headed pastists,
boot-licking yesterday for a taste of ‘I told you so’ ”

embarking on idle
my up-to-the-minute fad
I stay neck-and-neck with myself

while they say: “what have you done donedonedonedonedone?”

missing in inaction

admitting
the stilled throat as clearing, before announcing oasis
that has waited out impersonation
where nobody would guess, even accidentally,
that I seeks I seeks I

as keepsake opening the word again
to a panorama safeguarding hiatus

a reinforced lack
which in this case proves the most positive of deficiencies