With Each Surprise

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Surprise Surprise

It's in your eyes

The swamp of tears

A net of promise

Ionic bonds

leave a jumbled mind

You Klever one

the world is famished

For things we pick

and cotton wrapped

Sweet balls

Rotating orbs of life

Look at the wild ones

Their in distress

The kiss of death

has come near miss

They ache for Rope and Sorceress

Hand me a robe

for naked skin

the soul that's left

whose died within

A sip of hope

a lick of promise

Devastated by polished

Leather shoes.