Nil Quantum Vagis Latus Revised v1.02

This is a treat of taste.
In that these evergreen shoots,
These fruits of the finger,
That have been visited, 
Fidgeted and shuffled,
That have been throbbed over
Multi-plus times.

Finally are compacted,
Intact and complete.
They are Finished,
All over and are out.

And for which or what, have I suffered?
I have become Opus to their tricks.
I am devoured, the winery fool.
I distill.

As it is, 
With the fabled, 
Blind Coopers’ triumph.
I now open my oval shell
And am revealed to the World.
I trickle down within these unfortunate fumbles,
Completing one tank at a time.

© 2018  Christopher Thompson

 

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