Every Mudra's Sun / A Storied Sort of Sobriety

 
Dearest Sunnyboy, can ye hear me? Can  
ye clear me of all these pending charges?  
Tis  
the frame-up of a life-time, (Life & time be'framed), a  
gunzle's son what just begun to  
rise in the west, wild wit the willies, (and then some)  
and some-thing per subtle savorance, defying  
definition (like the goodbook sayeth).....  
 
defying        as  
defining    (!?!]
 
so, Wha's th'Use?                      Bow me yr Mudra, hands  
                                                   flip'flyn'about, & eye'll show  
                                                        my sign'o  d'Cross,  
then aye'll crow thee ol'timey  
 cock'a doodle'doo all nakedly unashamed to  
         sell'brate anOther mourning's rise from  
               whichever dir  
                                      ection        
                                                   wee Like
  
                                                        [         to Think     is
  directly   enough      ]  
 
 
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