Witness
A log saw blades.
The blades; a brawl.
But mourning chipper
saw it all.
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A log saw blades.
The blades; a brawl.
But mourning chipper
saw it all.
In phantasmic pasts
chasms crawl,
spasms break fasts
and schisms scrawl
like sketch-up drafts
with northern drawls.
Feste's Lute 