Pot Kettles Reason

Admit the performance, tip the drama of the "sigh" jarred just so, "oh!"

I am (always now a process self) pulsing into limit

dream it, it can be done
fear it, it will come
hope for it, and it's none

others of capability will club their hands to gather clout
disavowing my whim-wham

may I occupy your eye
begging your seeing invade my looking
will you be keen (?)

see
     but only thought
                          and the cat becomes a stew
a nonsense and
                      a nonce yet ado

there is at once only

       coursing

eddied into inlets

                                          still it can be eaten
         why it's not                      not a jot

yet pot
              kettles
     reason