Contra-act of creation
Under the rubber shavings Daniel could sense
Nearness of completion. He blew across the page
In hopes that his alteration would chance
Venusian birth bring to the crab's stark image.
Every once and a while, he fancied himself a
Real penner of the songs. After all who would
So much as whistle the tune later if
A certain i was not dotted? With a breath's flood,
Lovingly the mistake was gone! Another spry
Wave of the white out's brush!
And then a brief wait to let the sea foam dry:
Lovely as Venus on the half shell. Next a hush.
Then his mighty pen corrected it to the letter!
Zephyros could not have done any better.
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