Miniature Banality Strode into a Car

Itches sweat the small stuff 
Concordantly, stars germinate marginalia 
Too much blank space for a note 
Too little to believe in perpetuity 
Gather to lose and laugh at attrition 
Driven to drive, destined for destiny 
Doldrums delivery doubt al fresco 
Windows breathe in any weather 
Exhaust purposes at the muffled pipette 
Licensed to laborate hypothemes 
Nary narrative asunder these beams 
Higher and worldy the locals won't rest 
Til baggage goes trunkward and gases get chest 
Broad outlines drive into a bar 
What specificity will you drink?

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