Poetry / Goat in a boat?

Is the towel still flat when draped over the rack?
Looking like a clock melting in the heat.
I’d eat that raisin in the sun now
Expire all the ways to bleed the colors off a violin.
Imagine where it used to be in the tree.
Wet with life in the side.
I never told you I was a viola…
What a sight to see!
The script,
behind the scenes of a dream.

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