No matter
what's stored
kept returning
for more
Repetitiousness
wipe dishes
until after gone
chatter did clatter
When the aim's
refrain sends arrow
deeply mole burrow
matter shatters
Only then newborn
moans "Bullseye"
flip the tip
once again
As the hand out of
glove turned
inside out
reverts outside in
Within shell's hell
no promise made
no help offered
no truth claimed
To soar the
underworld heaven
beneath damp
incurable dream themes
Broken down
breakthrough form
revile revisit reborn
in stain glass hue
Fate awaits denial
banks over spill finale
benediction washed in
bodily resurrection date.
Commentary: When things get messy stepping on eggs, can season's reason avoid treason's eclectic electric execution?
