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.