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Click hereScudded skies, wheeled waters,
breamed fish and flouted sighs
He asked ,she gave,
but for naught?
Nay , often those who
wait take More than
they wished
patient fishers, trawlling
no, trolling the seas.
Give back more to that
morass and skein of minds
Bending grasses, stiffened withered
branches,
signposts in
the lake of roiling
needs
the brush underfoot crunched,
whose pad step was that?
a weasel, a hyena,
Carrion -eaters all
but so was He
revelled being One.
Takes what they want
offers it up
in a chalice of her hands
bearing that pumping heart
Dripped down, spattered drops
And He took
Drank and made His
Your work is always worth reading and thinking about.
In this piece you capitalize "More" and "Drank", why?
And what is a "breamed" fish?