it was this and she could snorkel wood

beyond most breath a mist of elemental sentence fractured home
narration bindweed part forsworn part hairline
in a minute honey lambast sleet pitting the windows against
driving sunshine matterhorned in on the lithe bone stricture

anyway you get that it was raining snarls and she eluded
hypo-conversationalist would-be openings it seemed best just to
starch the mood and say things for eclipsed new record
bordering on camisole and resurrection minted from the raw spawned hemline

now forelawns eek their way out of the neighbor's point
of view the case price of a dowager's commitment braces us each
to exude more hexagram than thought pints to a person beside prep
it's not just Monday anymore craned neck equals one's obligation

tagged by young breath cleats and fine lawn image the game that everyone
a must-see turned tantrum under house arrest erosion sanctifies
a furtive kind of mesh a lean-to plunked next door to depth perception
maybe anybody can as easily build do-it-yourself worship and draw lots