lava headed deciding

bury my warmth in reading, bury my wit

in nicety, hone in to a homing, a burying,

if to focus, why do I see vials of it, oh,

you say concentrate, how many vials

of focus in a day and will you tell me when

I have one in my hand, or I'll break it,

remedy my flightiness, hum my melodic

air of distraction, bury my ancient melody

in the yummy mob, the mob that churns

into a concentration, invert my lookabout,

eyeballs that waggle in their cozy nooks,  

their ruby, bury my rosy in my ruby, bury

my sophie in coffee, sam in my mongoose,

bury gus in my bunny, hymn the clink

the chug of daily eating, reeling, rustling

the mob a molten entitity, the mosh a wish