To beak-snaggled men, and to have
my pluck, need it too.
To con-strain tradition,
and tautological localities.
To phew in humilty, in the posted face
of before-birth physiognomy.
To play in terms,
flipping seasons on springs.
To weep of my own counsel:
unleapt and bedeviled.
To ask “What happened to this?”, while
respected bodily by divisible principia.
To appear within a group of blood-
fired platelets(or future-day miens)
via discursive Mathematics.
To prioritize a flush vapidity
a lasting, nightly,
To fear, agape,
any dolorous aperture;
registered letter in hand.
To stigmatize searingly
a corporeal incarcerate;
hoisted guns of a vast,
balanced, august, centurion.
To slide on swaths of talcum-tasting muslin,
widths of super-luminescent liens on cocooned,
rounding, internalized slumber.