Spring involves a lot of fluttering
poetry bears a modicum of typos
where there's bread there'll oftentimes be buttering
half the time we're hypers half we're hypos!
weal & woe while tiresome prove requisite
for long phases of the dream-drenched tale
if your soul articulates the heck with it!
is that when they lift the mystic veil?
poem's initial line borrowed from Rachel Dacus (via a Facebook status update)