"She would drive anyone to sobriety,
engender cold virginity, the heart
lodged within salt frames.
Context tastes fortified.
Reminds of licensure for language.
Many houseguests quietly grow small.
The lark of this untunes a rush of trade.
Space bets tours of rest placed on the dial to saddle poverty.
His mission will remain to teach,
not being mindful of the press, alone
outside the follicles of fuel.
Predominant arrangements flutter before facts.
Protracted space bars ask to have the audience removed."