Slipping, slowly fear it slipping

In a mask, close-lipped
Sealing in-a-way treatise

.Missing Steps.
now, this is a frustration, undoubtedly unclear, infused into any relationship; of thought. It
seems impossible to tell whether the facts are fabricated or if they stand in isolation
with one another. Nevertheless, their arrangement in respect to any-other is as choreographed
to causing twists and horror. Blasted around the tunnels bend and maybe rushed.