cello zones where whispers go
[the extra tremolo]
condition the extraction
of bravura as a temple
filled to breastplate promise
premising kill silver
trellises the sill with weathervane
impressions in the stalk lane
quasi forgery unequal to authentic
signature rewarding as pure
chance [still handsome] on the books
of revelation tantamount to perjury
the litmus anarchy dictates
what to leave out [canvassing
the decks for modesty] disguised as self
perception of superiority
I'm very fond of that first stanza.
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