Fine light, derogatory need,
brined night.
Light lists always repeat
one one one one one
until the stars become
constellations
pretending to bear
the symbols assigned
resigned to determinations
of worth.
Lawn mower start:
pull, pull, purr.
From the beginning,
motor eyes lamplit oil horses.
Dawn and other heroes.
Another list!
Exclaim: continuity.
Pain and pantoum ideology.
Oh yes, simple fragments,
highly designed,
pretending to be architecture,
pretenses spilling milk
on the good silk.
Add snow,
remove rain.
Weather fates
are easier to accept
and discuss
than broken lines.
Cliches, with or without
the accent
stark enough to
divide idioms
from unique universals.
Happiness is a discussion.
Definitions are repercussions.
Wonderful ♥️