Always measure leering opera joyfully shaken branched from worry into strength; dreams begun interlaced as palms Time has shrunk enough for us to rubble these roses mischievous and greyish-haint green-risen drifts of sprung flakes endometric such that we bury love in nature conducting elicitous rites Regretfully-informed and spiritualized under the slipped tongue of a pilgrim do I console you and guide your needs on home to my gladware <p align="right">and fetching oven<br> leaning onto these grounds</p> Looking hungry, foxing round, landing <p align="center">the rest in the measure of these hips<br> with triggers, tension, instructions for men<br> to muster their humanity and listen to the rhythm</p> Within our predilections rest the auguries of sweat trained into our parents' violence as the pendulum bisects a house predestined to groan <p align="right">from cause and effort<br> from the falling waters of realization<br> from measuring ability to love<br> in timely satisfactions of debt</p>