Majorana Taking Stock

Done taking stock.
Nothing to add.
Blank white wall.
An endless winter croupier.
The stake at stake.
Two crickets having a ball.
Empty kettle in the kitchen. Stinks.
Books, booze, in neutral.
City gate with muddy links.
Shirt ironed and starched.
It's yours if you call.
Having doubts? I'll put them to sleep.
You're a treasure. All.  And nothing at all.