Levels of pleasure bring
bevels to treasure, the cuts
that diamond, ruby, sap
fire from the forge to
not cast, hold mettle.
Spell well? No mater.
Mother's goose loosened
aperture from frame
work and now crooked
pictures spill edges
onto formerly
ideal hedges.
Efficacy is unrelated to
accuracy, neither cousin
nor species nor tree;
generation spans genomes
and elation to become
pure energy, sure matter,
uncertain father.
Strive? Strove. Dove
off that situational
ship and now it's
sea rations, bounty
waiver, whale songs.
Roman Ryan 