Jan 302015
 
A creature of whatever trouble
Is cartilage and mischief--
Trimmed in skin and the smile's lie
That all shall be kin 'til kinship dies.

A creature of whichever wish
Is eyelashes and ifs,
Entrancing Time in evening's dish
With coddling dreams and such.

O creature picked of which and what,
All elbows and ears,
Take of this trouble its whatever worth
And wish the wisher kin until

His wish full is of death and earth.

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