Be my ruckus, my perfect non-sequitur. Be my circuit-breaker, my
lengthening shadows at dusk, my nest of pine needles, my second-story
window. Be my if-you-stare-long-enough-you'll-see. Be my subatomic
particle. Be my backbeat, my key of C minor, my surly apostle, my
scandalous reparté, my maximum payload. Be my simmering, seething,
flickering, radiating, shimmering, and undulating.
— Andrew Varnon