I said. Very and don’t ask
again. Don’t yes to easy. Or too. 
Don’t tear, turtle dove, 
fear the sight of 
your own morning routine. 
Of the sniffing, snorting 
bear becoming 
your legacy. Turning
away, plaque eats away at. I
remember. I always meant 
you, victory, your dedications, 
convivial. 

One darkness leads to many
like it and that’s what’s boring.
One opens the darkness to examine
its circuitry, though one does not understand
circuitry in specific. One spun responsibility
often, one spurns spent. One choice
leads to the other’s death and, oh
to mean marigolds! To have meant
ice cream cake! Victory, what a low-
down pitch, plugging pits 
with pies? Peons. Low-down
lowlands sing a dirty ditty: 
chug, chant, ring. Christmas
lights on the beach.

Body mine, stop fighting.
Alarms build the basics 
for successful pairing, instrumental
offerings and glory, glory, 
glory. View from the midpoint, 
preferential, and seldom scarce.