Gotta Follow Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

that tightened ropewalker......and
when I say 'JUMP'...........
ya see, he's got the key to the absolute in one vestigal pocket...
and..
the combinationalistics of that locked horn on
the exoneration room door
in one of the others....
......(heard it on bar-greased gandy-danced uncosseted auteurity) .......so...
we could stay in the meldermoss....
go out in the fringed elements without a bumbershoot.....
or....
practice this art...hone it...and perleil the past principalities..
put on the clogs......parry windmules
and limp-lag it to town.......
it must, I think...be a paramutual choice...so....
are you in?