madcap collapses and shenanigans on toast
we make the most of the least and ask for little else
though the stars tossed with romano and caesar-seasoned croutons --
i come to bury fear and praise possibility
when i looked through the window it was no mirror and i could see out
into else and near and far
beyond screens and gates
into the menu of cando and whynot out past the whatif
reading me you place a bookmark, turn to question
criticism of a literary nature -- observations and fine-tuning
we are calibrating balancing returning
back to forth to each other and through
chocolate milk dreamfroth of orange juice pulp mornings
as all of the eggs lean to hatch
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