Seemingly sea, ipecac river.
"Mother, I am a ditherer."
"Lifted the livery from the livid;
said: 'Ecstatic: Look At.',"
which was of course titular
and yet less florid rosacea than
sitting in a bath of epsom.
If I could whet some moderate
mess in the corner, raise an ear
—yes, sound a clarion
of hops and ash; only.
If I weatherer, never near. But
for offal, bed sores, consonance.
