and an ivory sheet
itching to wrestle ashen needs;
wavering steps
listless feet
one in a million, beating retreat.
Im dictated
to indulge,
serving the helping thrice;
as a slice of tension
toughens the version
all of what is rust,
pales in comparison
I'm equally stressed
lest defeat be impulsive
as that insect
scoops a round,
I play to my strength
which when spelt correct
did once benefit.
A need to win,
lave 'gainst megrim
to squash distaste.
and therefore,
I'm willing,
to make amends as versed,
Whereas its within
celebration,
inaudible claps;
the ant slips away,
dethroned,
my hands are clasped
fingers still stoned.
