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Sprightly in the late lit night, a writing desk
Exactly positioned.  He writes petitions.

Cursory impressions of historical
Rulers, not sticks but kings.  Reckless collision.

Etching the stairways of Escher, I just don’t
Think through things when I see angels, new editions,

Artillery in mass quantities, sorry.
Impure thoughts must be caught by the unwritten

Rumble of what storm may brew.  I thought I knew
Ethical suppression for saintly erudition.

Spring will bring us onions, carrots, celery.
Evaporation becomes abolition

Dozing in the clouds, waiting for the spring rains
Arranging flowers in a vase, the ammunition

No-nonsense hosiery, for a Valentine,
Overturned greenhouses for planet exposition.

Sprinklers flip out with me, calming down dry heat.
Exceptional rose raw to malnutrition,

Drag on across the cabbages with a rake.
Apparatus for suburban apposition,

Residential tulips, white picket fences.
Exchanging my hobby with demolition,

Sedatives have made their way into tea bags.
Exaggeration, then an inquisition:

Down sides have been since they chose themselves over
Apathetic professionals.  Coalition

Trapeze, we jump, we bounce, for some set of things
Incoming birds, lend me a precondition,

Variation will tether us to balance
Ordering elements will prove their mission.