Splashed onto a plane, frame four
hundred thousand point more,
the right-hand corner - use a magnifying glass
to read the form that's come to pass, -
a signature, - real or fake,
you'd better stop, the harness bells all shake,
and roll, and rattle, - what's the hum,
the form is gone, forgotten, overcome,
misread, mistaken for a shadow line,
of no consequence to a prepared mind!
Who reads this? No one that I know of,
I know of plenty, down and above
the down... but, the snowflakes talk
and do disclose the purpose of a walk.
It's not in hand, the aim escapes the frame.
It's never there, higher than you aim,
or lower, still you might, I'd say, you will...
First comes the signature,
what follows, is the bill.
25 февраля 2016 г.
The Bill
© Copyright: Андрей Тюков, 2016
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