Elegy on Eligibility

She murks where the sandwich 

lurks incipient mudras of unparched

yarn, its own quid pro quo 

awaiting positioned imposition,

a far cry from situation 

ethics, striations of sitcom

braided into forenoon feathering

not even close to a blur fur lines,

intact as a verb furlongs to run 

then drift toward a likeness of 

penmanship crystallized as win 

place show in the lace of ample sample

of the clay cross turned dust,

a must for the weak will called

stamina she infracts in motion 

sickness the thickness of a stall.