defeat
decorated with neon reflections as I stand my ground digging the sound and celebrating responsibly and I would say demonstrably proving myself to be honest and fair as I move on from here and ignore the fractured feelings and honor the longtime dealings in this privileged array of closeness and proximity without enmity or any enemies at all as I recall passing the time on rooftops proclaiming my innocence but now I wear flip-flops in the midst of my renaissance and declare my allegiance to the dying notion of defeat