One is dry, less moist
High, not to be foisted on the self
Try as you might
The tightness to resolve
Slight, an underhand accompaniment
Sent to be unpleasantly misspent
Lie as you might
The brightness dissolved
Back around the corner
Under overhanging shelters
With hoists and shackles
Toroidal, you swirl up and over
Below; the bedstead of dreams
With a warm, eclectic, Jewish audience
