Thursday, June 23, 2016

The Air

Without a while; within a while; we while a worn wind:
Turning out, our tremoring teeth toothweeze a tune
Timed to the tappings of treachery and tessellates,
Tried and tired tilings for torn time, tracts, and trists;
And gorging, inward gulping, gaping: a gathering grin,
Grinning at guiles and games, gusto and guilt, girls and gams
Growing our groaning gaffes, but giving great guffaws.

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