Another Trek

Journal journey junkets
Scatter tourney trumpets

Clatters spatter muddy trunks
Grown up higher than old cedar

I wonder when abstraction hits 
The concrete: elastic or in, we will

Know what was meant at that 
Moment, the angle and incident

A power law
A sticky craw

Syrup greases struck out wheels
While walking friction feels its feels

I'm sure the venture will be bread
Rising up until its dread

Fellow feeling writers' home
Nested ifs are all from loam