The Dozen
So much air
does the vac take
to be around in life
with the being of essence
in hand
Alice is no idea of demands
reminding of
thus bars its time
to farm the growth
and be of oath
to squire redundant round arrows
stow it away!
I see
I am blind
and quite transcendent
in the droplet
of precipitation
perfection is such
as this
resounding an idea
of a tactic.
