ELLIPSE PUDDING ON A RACK OF LAMB

It’s never Easter but the chambers of the underbrush have rabbits always-
And holes too numerous to mention in verse… but we do.
The charm is off the Rose, but Summer is a Stalwart distraction-
From an always Winter in your fingernails, grasping 
Solemn applause for showing Up.
Time is always Adulting in your Dream… spanning the miracle
Of your petulant ignorance like a Tonka Toy with a Brane.
There are no Arbitrary Accidents, only the fall of the Perpetual-
Doing the Constant; your Pause was never meant 
To Endure.