a gift is a gift

sans believed and supposed dogmas

poured from  havlei of strifes

though and whether not

it mettles  the pot

it has mettled many waters


a passion is a calling

sans  or aye a fatuous faugh

harvested in favela

towering unsually through  extremophile

through asperity,  sans extremophiles

sans bristols to relieve glistening backs


a gift is a gift

one not munched by a muppet

however munched by a mettler

raises ananda in heavens

au fond, the barney past through to escape this barnyard

elucidates the reave of  revelry as though a running bang


all hail, the gifted idealist that barnstormed to bail

his rainy world

world, clichéd in creek views of his encircling assumptions