The clone wars unsettled.

Guessing at the looks and actions of A.I. 

Implying a line to giving away its ambiance 

Before they became the denied fall of dominos

The first mention wrote a poem about a curious fish

Jumping for joy with only three images repeatedly made

Branded the following wallpaper and white windowed panes

Noses lined up beyond the stories sight in the fast lane impending 

Mindless followers fallout of cap and gown on a board of shelf lie

To right quiet all quiet head start at the beginning three clear beads

Clone into barreling lines inverting pressure trick hope of last wars

The board has become a knob then a still dotting thing in a final line

March known in little more than winters last fling now abridges past

The long line and play the chance at Rugby last to first the cagey line

Becomes all in a single ring or the run of the mix of clones in march

The way to imagine manuscript secrets is to watch its roll in the wind

To become a place in waiting began the clone wars two clones amiss

Opposite views and directions odd even redividing but following that

Beyond the raised sword cloned arm becoming hand above the tide of

Public opinion and march to the meeting and presiding opinions in step

Or marching making goodbyes and hellos in the steps forward and back

This is the early waring clones not met but the clone change becomes bit

Of chance and rule hosted by the other roads end a red herring row in lay

The dotted line a clear band aligning clone rival features in the secret wars 

Just beyond the spies light darkest tunnels in springs other nuance or sleep

Be it at time and place late from another direction or dimension making a 

Bermuda passage possible upheld till the angry rain unsettled cause delay.

FootBall Yarns,

Eighty Yards the footballers carried the men in songs to victory over

The seedy run away what brought back, look a Chinese wok, this be the

Bowl and bet something from the old country masonry times best loom

To pitch catch carried are and spun near to the flat earth in summers bloom

Always it seems to be growing in charm.

To e continued,

( C )

Daniel A McMahon