This one cartouche surrenders

the famous curse. Nil advice
on sharing the tasks

preparing the ground and pruning.
Pick-your-own name as a performance

I am out of touch with
mortal illness. The memory skids to

her box of tricks right there

in the Attic vase. Numerous other
sole agents setup their stalls:
impassioned coughs and

counterfeit magpies
drink from the well before the assembly

detour ends. You may magnify the quandary

and its whispering roots;
for the martyr nailed to local colours

unable to utilise the construct
is just outside the rocket stadium

in the strong toils of reverse thrust.