within sometimes, a flinch, a writhe...
Cheery bloom strained out
Lucky those, who caught the sprout.
Might grown into certitude
equalled, though fair to conclude
Minute to undertake near
hands on the wheel, away, to steer.
Curtained there aint a thing,
in vision's limits they cling...
a word earlier hitting a blank
today uttered upon one I bank!
P.S. ...as always, in my own weird way...
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