Momentum; flail and fail

Cutting the Porra

Peeling through the chrysanthemums
I’m spinning lies and carving worlds
I tell myself to sip slowly
Not to gorge or run too fast
Time is fleeting; make it last

Go now, fast and forever…
Nothing has a steady beat
Patterns spew Moidore
Grovel greatly and plea proudly

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