Roofline Disposition Under an Oblate Counterfeit Humectant

Her feelings humidify the surrounding puzzled air
With a distortion of grazing sounds
Bovine muscles tend to her flock
Cat Power sings from the balcony
Charred resentment swings adrift from the tool master’s hat
Like a partition between the horizontal
And the oak tree superlative, singing
“Now late to your rest
Through the dawn’s golden breasts”