Paralaugh

Sentences run together
on missive missions, mansion
tensions as roomy as the Eastern
half of Nevada -- and as ranging,

deranging, haranguing -- listing
to the left, then the right, 
unjustified in the longer
view, foreshortened to more

cordon, lined up like a thousand
pictures of the moon over a
single night's wake. Another
graph, axes showering dichotomy

on the list of restless fit: make 
measure an assay, essaying forth
to decry the tearful, inscribe 
the fearful with feeling images,

mages in globes mapping the 
emotional fountains with 
enough marbles to bet 
each losing side's least

parameters until the most
peripatetic rows refill with loam.