Off they go,
the weather, as days
abnormal horses. For
this time of year interiors
enjambed--cut
to the campy quick;
spread or poured speech,
the chased o shapes of
glass bottled glugs.
Laced sound tied,
rhythmic, clock-work.
Again, at a loss
words remain
reached at, snatched for
spoken knot, written knot:
All mispaced, splayed.
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