Anything but equaled.
Cuz of this kneeling temper.
Char, my journaled currency.
November.. Starboard, nicely
Knitted. Off sleep? Leaving from
A game’s pane. Ridiculously into
A leap. I grimly reap.. See Self in
Deeds dealt. My lead melts. In a
Plea’s bell. Compute my commute
Till I’m mute–

Pushing to breath next.
Put it in breakfast.
Notebooks in set sets.
Unable to fret. Yet.

10/26/12