Lob and we 
are meant to fall. 
Rhymes the gall. 

Runes the dunes
weighs head on bowl

A whistleblowers 
metastable --

Called to stand 
in red and pink

Drawers and drawers 
are filled with it 

Loves of loaves 
in fields of crows.

Boning honing sky 
for mariners readings 

Bird guides feeding
posts along the spillway.

Entering, at crosshairs
pure is 
as pure as --
a collapsable chair.

Gloms a hat 
that is a cat
that is a bat
and all of that.

In library 
with a hair clip 
because the sky and noon 

Beholds unfolds
a midair mudroom

Flying lobster
and sitting bull

Whose physics is 
a gap
and a pull.