What is beauty. This. Failed. Aims linger. Bedrock cresting. Button spin.
You aren't kitchens.
Subsets claim home. Sweep estates of state. Beam slice. Wood scape.
Tell me, a community suffers statements.
Restoration quilts. Pave trees. More gauging look than glazed. More shored longing.
What is the sum of 11 and 6:
It's your turn! Move into the poem. Renovate it. Knock down its walls. Put your spin on it. Make it your own.