delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

it's only a hungry seventeen foot pony
shoved his inquisitive head through the second story landing's open window....
there....
see that hay/those apples?
...

my house
was full of dogs

my heart
...

living in reverence...with a degree of vigor...
a splish, if not a splash...
counting and recounting,
predicated
...

of thought,
caelatura
found
a semaphore
...

in it? ...
of course.....
an internal rhythm... an external one or five..or thirteen....
and, no...
...

trying so hard....to hide
behind the right plants, clipped. groomed to perfection......not one a whimsical topiary...
controlled...their health and conformation a must....they've been told....and must obey.....they cower, upright and dutiful....no leaf out of place...ever...
the on site sibling quilts....perfectly.....would a pricked finger have bled.....?
...

up close and versenal
slink, periscope, to curse'n'all
to feel the surge, the lessening
the whip'n'stitch of blessening
...

and adjectives, too...
supply gerunditties...
some adverbs, do strew...
as sly as vulpindaring
...

into
a sky
of
heartbreaking blue...
...

and to smack...
and don't want you should give it no slack.....

there's a constant deliverin', bloobles...
...

a question of comparison....no room for that....it'd be senseless....
it is simply that it is complete.....the inroads..byways...colors and sounds, textures and melodies have been exquisitely traveled....no, not to an end point in any way, barring structure....
...abstracted, concrete...resolved....compositions lacking nothing! ! ....
...

we dance....
in all time signatures....
in all clefs....
we are song and joy...
...

with methods, most Draconian...
twixt pillars, sleek... Ionian....
shouts orders on the phonian....
then cools out, plays euphonium.....
...

to
no
one.....or two...
or any................with an exception: me....
...

The light crisp delicate and thin
Sugar cookie with three chocolate
Chips embedded in it
Broke into several pieces.
...

to be unabashedly self-congratulatory.....
or
more modestly put....
I am taking joy in the fact that my instincts have not played me foul.....
...

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he'll bid me exalt.. sweat and strain...
he asks I flex my lesser brain...
it's worth the toil...perplexed turmoil....
to pursue, find the inner workings.....
...

...

has taken wings
and blasphemicalderas
from a sutured camellia....
the sound of it makes mountebanks whistle and stomp in the atria......
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