Charged Wires- Vinegar
The sun is shining
Though I do not yet feel spark
Time short, but day long
Perhaps full breakfast
Will grease these gears now grinding
I may need a nap
As I was trying
A new image came to mind
From whisper and dream/From Doctor and street
Vinegar poured through
Damp sand filling/lining the portal
But what emerges?
I call through void or
Elsewhere, cannot surely say
... An excuse to chat?
Alas, as brain is,
Atlas slips garment and rests
Chains/ropes/yarn ripped with a yawn
"I('d) dare not drink it
A foreigner not knowing
Rules of other realms"
"But you're from there, right?
With (your) own devices(/senses) measure.
How could they read false?"
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