Speech, like
smoke, wafts
just borne — right,
whenthat
calling — culled,
is true.
behind that
smoke, found
surveil, what
lies — perhaps lying
beneath;
truth be told:
twice tales
and new coins
found, there
waterdown
like sea anemones
forgotten in
salttime, turned
to fossil, metalmade
and discovered.
Lying down,
lain, lining
lied once.
Told the truth,
all —
the others.
Found.
Renewed.
The right eye,
Scene, noted.
Morning
culled.
Coins, like ideas
hammered.
t. | queen anne