My Invention

Black silhouette of curious intent the wages of sin spent long ago

That brief vignette our mate Borodin sent makes my endorphin apropos

What will become of hazy conception beyond my perception once again

See how the sum of lazy exception impacts on reception even then

I hope to peak still I'm wading through treacle

Yet I won't dare speak ill at all

There is a room inside itself somewhere near

Here, clear sincere call

The focus shifts as I'm still grasping for time to save for bold new flavour

Then we'll crave more of my invention