Making worlds as ever, ratchet
Up this word, our
Take
Taken, to spin
Ever as oleander
Imbricate of grackle
Lest this house this
Euphemism
Flare up in a tizzy
Of stray mad
Counting wor(l)ds
O world, which is not
Mistaken for less
Than its weight
Or mistakes, give us
Means
To end this stray rushing
Mad mistake
In receipt of grave housefires
Madding ends
From which any fool but ourselves could awake
