like a parade

we ingratiate

never hesitate

for why would we wait?

In any event

we relent

because we could prevent

that which gives incentive

contradictory meaning

gleaning from my eyes gleaming

teeming over with green paper

in any scene

causes dreams

lean not

my last shot

or could that be a guess?

nothing less

pessimism

through a prism

darkly

not worth arguing