I don't know exactly what you want, Tim, but this may as well be moved here since it's specificaaly an exercise in taut form on the trimeter skeleton, and since it's drawing little technical comment (save from Wakefield) in the Deep End. Feel free to delete it 'tillater or move it elsehwere as suits you.
Refusal
Home is not where I dream.
Nor can sorrow screen
my heart (or yours) from light —
nor light invade the dream
Of shadows that decline
the word "alive." A line
is crossed when you extend
your hand, and I decline.
(robt)
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