Almost patched together by intention,
rocked by honest elbow room
yet remaining in the guild, circumstance
of resistant chomping, piled together
with a setting dragged across local
fence-driven outer posts, moonbeam
monastery quieting the elite
scuttle forged from plain quirk
then seasoned with an expansive
detail known for ontological
clambake intention, life being a
roster of what you could include or
diametrically oppose (same thing, refer
to earlier words), and finally someone
simply dies, your plan may have been
bumped, but look you are home
