Who is coming across me?
Who has come onto me?
What search leads
The stranger onto
The excavation of my breastbone
What night did they have me?
Or what day are they ignoring?
Why, so loud does your feel pound the floor?
Why, so delicious do the strawberries pervade?
Why, so lengthy the times I do mourn
Mourn a thing ill fitted and weak
What stranger type of stranger find solace
In small letters grouped together
What future does this odd grouping
hold for someone without a clavicle?