take this vernal prime and shave it

lapse into the drip light of a few insouciance . . .
new weather shapes a feather of a lass into
this northy little wit clone dampening into the cloth

may you reside near those you
may you invigorate your
may you parse modified

and the land green spins a tabloid run on banker boxes
is it hoaxy to infringe upon the leitmotif just proffered
I know myself as only you

give me a optimal quiz limelit with
sinecure or bunker or
some lens through which to unknow frenzy