Burlap, Trumpet & Night Owl No. 11

They know me by ambiguous vowels

                She guided me out of the garret

& let a squirrel loose

                Inside the coffer of fantasy

We mentioned the things we do

                Tell me about the momentum

Behind motives & the compass I made

                I am not a drink, I am not yet a meal

Near yesterday & its cousins

                In the closing light misnamed

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