The guards are surrounding the yard. They are uniformed beigely and grayly as directed. Their fingers are over their lips, they are shushing the peripheral parties, the entombed parties. It is a lovely shushing sound that emanates from their thin wizened lips. There are many rows of security guards, a gauntlet, not easy to traverse.
I will see you later at polyrhythm dance accordance. Good-bye until then, when it will be hello.