I float above but have no wings, I carry words but speak no things. I pop up when voices are drawn, then vanish when the scene is gone.

Often associated with good ideas, genius moments that light reveals. The answer is only half the word, more the container than the verb.

Today at the bank, an old lady asked me to check her balance, so I . . .

Football Immorality, Fraud, and Avarice.

A vessel of grace, pouring life with a gentle embrace. From the mound, it sends its flair, or in the kitchen, it stands with care.