I raise everything you know
To call would take all of the names for snow
Every pronunciation of love linked with every lyrical vocal
Language and math
And a by hand biograph
Written in sanscrit with the paw of a kitten.
Would take a hedge maze
Seen by plane would display the plight of a witch
In protestant New England circa 1686.
If you falter to call
That means you failed to enthrall
My bank of wordy antics
Panting, bankrupt on the floor and kicked
Into the air, ringing, like your last penny flicked.