lobelia

back now running up the ember

aye, my humming hammock

begotten and decembered;

sloaking along

wishing for the wind

to weep away this heat

range and gauging

sweet meat coupled

a long tail

a tumultuous cavern

halted ceiling bears down,

slow-skip

slow-skip

range and alter

fallow fields psalter

slake and speaking

heeding; wanton

back now runnind down the embers

aye, my humming hammock

begotten and decembered;

though sprites pull toward Seton

tendril minded, I keep by

inch by inch tailored

lobelia rising;

there, a fortune

Strum.