Focus, For Now

One, two threes more
Numerical blather
How can one's confidence
An empty path lather

Soapy and hot before
Icy shower shock
Fear not what stores
These cupboards of spice

It's not yet, but soon
Or is it just now
The rot cannot scorn
Without water, plow

Agrarian rich ahistorical
Score: landlessly pitch
On skies in euphoric
Fuzzy blue glitch

Rotterdam pinches
A heaven of leaves
Islands of finches
Metaphor, grieves