"cocoa bunny" a poem in free verse

In her unbiased envision,
to her incisive decision,
of me in my division,
I'm a clown,
unclean.

What is her impression,
to question my indecisive message,
of truth.
Take the hand of,
the under led reminisce,
heart of the judged.

Penance of the open mind,
of the absurd,
is underway of hearts,
that touch,
undersell truth,
menus,
venues,
fill me in revision.
Juno is a relived,
uncertain scene,
trust in her inner vision,
of my rewound,
inner hands unfound.

Show her question,
of my hand,
in her sparkled eyes,
of wonder,
to take,
my hand uncleaned.

It's an amount,
of thy doubt.
Is it her in my easy ears,
that hear her filled up box,
menus of the venues,
of her elms,
that touch my soul.