This is blurry, somehow inexplicable,
for those who raise their glass with emphasis
above the dinner table.
Now for an idiot to enter and offer gifts - where angels breathe...
Time to give in to a testimony but, is this poesis?
When thundery sounds heard from afar, is it thunder
or
A dispersed snake winding parade in the shiver of noon?
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