Sevens and Eights

Wake up, her magnetism is perpendicular Concentrate, renunciation isn’t an option She coveted her beauty to be paramount It may not lie adjacent, or acute, closed nor open Yay, Nay, or, A night, a century, dissolves from her Shedding a seventh layer Shedding the eighth The understanding of such linear artistry proves to be facile An acquittal, forthcoming New art, new liberty The acquittals continue to waltz Like multiple grooves shaped by the sand Into apples and cherriesSee More