Hypellage, a Tit for Tat.

Mathematic
Inheritances count for something. Where?
Where find a way to remit my sickness,
a pallor blandess and reappearing?

When thunderspilt I recall a Joyful

Thought as clever as a dickens, an old
Buckeye expression. Along the lines
I lived myself I have appeared beside

Evon, as his student and as namesake

Of his mother: Speak ill of none. “Never
was she known to speak an unkind word; like
was her way of being from the first. Fair

as a critic who creates more meaning

by recognizing kinship To Transcend!