All In


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.

To raise

Would take a hedge maze

In which

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.


The End

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