The Ice-Cream Melts,
the bowl of Tell,
lost In and Out of being,
the visit writes in desperate plea.
The express relates to All,
a Role the Pen Appeals,
the mirror of (night.) Ink,
reflects the Image,
the shatter of the Move,
[Is (Real.)]
The Jack-in-the-Box,
the toggled wheel,
the agony is the Ink Blot.
The broken stare,
an empty bin,
to fill with what I do not see, Me.
A Vacuum Court,
Tennis Played,
I Volley to the Self in Read,
the Racket laced by Luck.
The Ditch is Mean,
the hour slips,
seconds shoveled,
Minutes soak,
the Years of Crawling Claim.
Distinctive Clasp,
the graduate degree,
roaming better to filed part,
aware about,
a Glass half-Cold.
Brought by Accident,
loaded life,
a well-known Scroll: Script (Kept!!)
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