Chassis of the Saint
The few who ravage the dare, nay, yea.
Comets intend challah, the chassis of the saint.
Brulee the hours; day, she robs,
eats, leaves, the mission quells unlit debris
for miles, years.
The dangers, an alpha-beta fount;
the sordid or I; lords quell anemones
seeping apartment volleyballs;
The lemur's role, she limits
a tourniquet, lest Pa gets day lemurs, aye;
just because—O—their knees err,
O ball abutments, day sergeants.