-limnal

why i am so bald
the cold hard walk through Walls
i am the worldo
you are flying solo

hip da whip,
shippda dip dip.

shoop das whoop and
hear the crack
of that whip?

whatever comes out flows out
a ball of yarn does roll out
as peons in a circle blow out
a batwing slithes when it's cold out

how have I
blinked here in such a parsimonious way
as to awaken
some hidden inner thing
that bears no name?
and takes no blame?

from whom do we owe our debts?
a lion, or a J. Adams Met?