Uncovering the Second Treasure
But! if controlled desires sway the
plush-dump; if caring roads do quiver
along with mired rushing cuckoos, a plenty
had for all - but what of standing crowing
motions, dog-paddling in my brain?
Angered cell-bodies swing at hat-drop, concussioned
cherubim linger with no inkling yet
and that, man! and so on; in spreading
tele-maroon love droplets i've accomplished
All i could, in radiating pouring backdrops
i have cut the binds away.