>Surprise, you steal soft bases
Rather than arch, that
Predatory flare stalking your spine
Pardoning fumes map your X
In a way particular to 0;
The squek as well reminds one
Of poor, remembered smoke
Around which fires choke
And whistling volleys provoke.
Which is why i thought archery.
More, as crushing a fib, fantasy
From under what one imagines
Are ashes, reaches skyward
Its sporting design to strangle
Steals me through a shade.