So,
I raise everything you know.
To call would take all of the names for snow,
Every pronunciation of love linked with every lyrical vocal,
Language and math,
And a by hand biograph
Written in sanscrit
With the paw of a kitten.

To raise
Would take a hedge maze
In which
Seen by plane would display the plight of a witch
In protestant New England circa 1686.

However,
If you falter to call
That means you failed to enthrall
By trickling streams where I demand a waterfall.
Panting now, bankrupt
On the floor and kicked
Into the air, ringing, like your one last penny flicked.