Another One

Try try try, again we are here.
Fly, or just scry to rhyme with fear.

Barely able to judge the flower,
when petals make up window pain.

Looking glass at mirror empage
ination worn out by the crawl.

Belly down and pillow fiction
scrawled on naps with kinny kithy.

Fail to name the dice by number,
stolen figment splicing slumber.