strike while the irons sought

[Allen Bramhall]

one little rat called waking up rose out of its spurn to tell 
goal-oriented and total. total wasn't really in. it said sentence but 
sentence couldn't quite end. what's the process of that? poem goads on a 
thorough trope or anyway a baked ham. ham means that jim starts at a mid 
point and goes nowhere. it's not easy being still. still, we like to 
think of any word once in a while. that while could be processed and 
cheese, stillborn or what is the logarithm, but we're not picky. choosy 
poetry, as smoke, is a symptom not a maxim. maxims live next door.