Yawwn.. Or: Another Warp and Weave

I need to weasel out of
Wheezes. Need to study
My cellular, yelling, if I can poof
Air beyond my proliferous appetite,
For eyes word-wise. I
Cannot last long, as an appetizer, for
Art work sumptuously dies,
Cruelty rules any undertakings,
Eye to I.

I need to toggle a yarn-warm,
And, get on with twinkle-twizzle;
Into a lattice-work of tomorrows,
Of yarn, or words, into an underside,
A beginning of lines’ advent.
Best of luck, I say; Save us all
From absence. Help me smile.
Alone. Amen, even. I’m
Still my infant, I.

*warp & weave*

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copywrite 10/15/13