Yearlong Sonnet-- Iteration 31

               with kitten colored to a bee buzz
laundromat has new psych rinse cycles
on mental windows. Rafts force fingers, almost as if
too about eyebrain; then they whisper:
anyone else velvet here?
it just goes to show
traced as you might interimagine:
out lessed and in mored
things keep glistening in brackets

look, déconfit man:
that celluloid of tornadoes is my wrack, folded
from back in a stinging brought from Nashville.
sticking not to habeas
but to your funhand gripping; all appears in handle.

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