Punto gusto
tele paths.
Transposant with freedoms 
wild type. 

What falls in love
with being in love.
Tarries with your order. 
Meet me at the border.

Inclements spike 
with mysterious 
counter intelligence.

Wavers too, 
burning 
with disquiet.

Rants with others 
holy demons.
Defending elements.
Love, my ungodly sin.

For a crack in tow
at your thingman tin
that buffets and buffers
my scatter, my skin.

Awakens mouers
rankles and adores 
banters and soars.

Ready steady, alerts! 
That, at outworkings 
of reason,
bandit and flirt.

Staring down 
degradants
like a dog in manger.

Query what lurks.
Airs what irks.

Freedoms precious 
prejudice. 
Crutch and chronicle. 
My just desserts.

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