Just a little under half-way, so better than most of my cuts. I'm running low on time, so this is the best I can manage for the neat form in today's RWP prompt. I've seen cleaves, but I didn't know it was a more formal form. I think I can make this stronger, but not today.
| the only time I drink their product is | when I'm stuck in an airport without serious choices |
| to cleanse the palate vigorously | left to wander among the tightly directional people |
| coated by foul and malodorous left-overs | with every choice already made and held tightly |
| from altogether too heavy indulgences | pressed firmly against the chest an access badge |
| night leaves in its wake sending | to means to destinations to canned packages to open |
| up strong signals that perhaps slow | meandering paths locked down for this moment's passage |
| steady movement is best when standing | past each other still on sliding toothed textures |
There's a sub-prompt here identified by someone else. I thank the source quietly.
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