Helicopter context whirs
blurring the verbatim
underneath the petals
of a puma plethora.
The cosmos caustic
clarifies our camper vino
anesthetic to the eye of the
beeholder, jamming down the
buzz with an article at the end of
these lines. Prepositions too, as the
linguist fractures like a broader way,
brokering the sound of the ground on
the bound and wagged, a dog of a couch
of a morning on the top of the hill on the
edge of the people. Nature versus sutures,
will I let it bleed or become confident?