only magnified time (passed as a jolly-trended extension to a fare of diamondiferous palms)

“a diamondiferous hole in a boat where mouths are stored; revolution and dilapidated ghost-ferns” Part II

There is only one good closing to war
one good lampshade scanning its surroundings
like a man that is too good on the sea
the land breaks into a thousand pieces
the jewelry and grudges, left in the current,
left on the shelf space with the harmony of time
– meant to curtail the dispersal –
where margins and wheat sold to crisper drawers
lap time in 30 seconds like a field in the goal of its equation.
Trials truncate their exposure where the intention in the cure,
frying two dung addicts that rise to God in the morning,
where He was waiting to give them gifts and reasonable alibis,
trekking of the cliff of the surface, where weather-wheat grows
and trends downcliff on the tempted journeys of our fare and fate.
Disposed and likely mattered.