CRÊCHE 1

Down in the undertow, Honor eroded.

Her subject never apprehended to, she was all
Verb:        Page, elude,          go, & keep.          [Hold]

(her form). Faded signature meant to snatch her, Anchor her nativity against the current.

                                                                                                Orison,                                                                                                 What room is there? My undesire                                                                                                 Invented questions. Bore riot                                                                                                 To the comb of my slants. I miss

                                                                                                Dearly our slants layprone.

                                                                                                Con amor,
                                                                                                Honor                  Orison’s
Priority. Her reason
Eroded, pithy.         With enough pulp

                                  Left over slung back
To research. To Her

Honor light.

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