F U N N E L--

In the funnel is space inept pours out
     Evaporated vapors yet siphons
        Jettison drain downs liquids
          Encapsulate flowing such
             Liken rain falls down
                Out one container
                   Self-drenching
                    Liquidating its
                        Function
                          What
                            Am
                             I?
                             A
                             F
                             U
                             N
                             N
                             E
                             L
                             d
                              r
                              i
                             p
                             s
                             ...
                              ...
                              ..
                              ''..
                              ..
                             ..
                              ''
                               '' 
                               '
                               .




3/24/26
Written words by James Edward Lee Sr. 2026©
Copyright © | Year Posted 2026

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