Sunday, 13 November 2016

Bring the sky

Bring the sky
Babble broken world
Judge the water
Whimper rumour time
With the pig the charges sweet
Explain
A sea too full
You find some parents from the day
Affecting fruit for heroes
Plundered by the
Grotesque cry
Of makers

South is dark sink
Face you see will
Run the next
Lovely mistake

This attack more white out is a
Side like evil raised
Before the sand stone zeal
Of faithful grounds

We just explored a kick this smile
And youth is beauty found
For new dream tombs to give
But lightly

That said
A time might come for letters instead
Of passion’s innocent truth

After the margin’s last stories have fallen
The mark that sleeps deep in the body of
Open report
Must tell all
And commit to
Fly media attack root again

It comes well forgot

Extra damn boom time
Ma-ma
Take fire
Dat monkey well good

Look quietly to the eyes unwashed
The table charged with oil
It’s in this fretful cloth
That change stops understanding

Time waves doubt around the minds
Of frightened masters
When good ideas cut all the corners off of
Problems that elaborate the wonders of
Empty money

Say
Little shadow
Could this village screaming
Be the union of fortune
And discordant form

Are the foods you must bear too smelly to taste
You preserve doubt with shameful depletion

Around your certain rain things happen first and feelings plant

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