--- R O N A L D   P A L M E R

This siren inside my self produces another linguistic surface:
A magnet for guilt:  measured in degrees:  measured in pitch:
This siren quilts:  another Lacanian surface:  inside my clean being:

Five rabbits run:  across my bike path:  One AM:
Five white tails:  leave multiple traces:  against the still-wet field.
My extraneous thoughts blur:  glaring into one long non-thought:

And I follow five metonymic tails:  dash like longings further into field:
This transmogrified moment:  is worth more to me:  than math:  I've
striven
For:  listening to time:  begging all my beautiful:  orange sins forgiven.