from that nook of corundum's glare....
.... aerie for the low-flown....
the arms are arched..
lace
prevents slippage.....
(well, most of the time....)
despite an elbow's navigation
to the right....
or left
of omphalustrous striations
the course is still true...and is festooned
with dimples and alder branches......
less ticklish after noon, the greenest fish elicits paeans
from the holders-on....
they have put taps on their sabots....
and
hungrily consult the alpinists engravings......
(.though
being blindfolded makes the task difficult....)
.impossibility isn't easily recognized......
and I shall not provide the scissors....would you?
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