With the fresh eyes of italic perspective
used in clock makers duplicating
Guilt edge digressions by the second
they multiple their jealousy in
Hand’s they once concealed
in congealed riddles
of there’s only one way too count
out capillaries in your socket
Clear the boards whilst eyes
Roll in like the sleeping waves
Beckoning you untowards dreams
Held within sparking iris of silent minds.
as the feat of kerb chasing misspelt frogs
For autographed photographs
Sigfried made it Personal thinking
that no one could hear those
Surrendered shaded hands
Of settling old score.
until you find that spacebar inserted
For a line break lemon pancakes
with sparklers Lets retread
Mountains of diction history.