At the Helm
Heavy-lidded leanness
weighs a ton:
its leaden meanness
squats – stops – un-begun –
amid so many floating
pops of fatnesses!
Abstemiousness
strains – abstains –
while plumpnesses
swoon up – balloon –
attain the boon of their
their bright yellow realm –
framed in the slew
of an indifferent blue –
but at the helm.
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