So, Knit Dice, Omit a Toe

So, Knit Dice, Omit a Toe

Compare a bow to a statistic?
To poll career-height appearances:
A spear event, a game, asthma, ibis, croissant.
Etch, induct your aesthetic in my umber wind, inhabit
or cull us. Go, eloquent dark enemies, call it a sluice, it’s
A pious oracle at best.
Adam, no pulse, cram and tore, dumb decedent;
Cause evil nature, a mutant to curse you, inoffensive
As taciturn twine turning on “Mark, Set—”
No quill is foremost in possession, impaired or rid. The bee’s
Neck, more than umbrage over avarice,
Come, lines eternal, and tempt us, caress us:
Qualm, do you hum and inspire, are wrought? All cules which are absent
calm, do you hug with intent, or to be within that?