lintels are lowest,
the sun pups a dozen
blue roses, the rafter
refigures the root,
stairtop and stoop,
the floor words < bruises,
the river runs truest
set a’bye as to you,
3rd forward < porch
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ayaladn 
I really like your opening imagery of the sun. Difficult to not sit up and take notice.
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Your own verse, sir, is always compelling;
Of tutors and others in mindful silence, I’ve
Galileo & Bruno, the white sea and St(range) Elmo
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