Sometimes I get so high
I look to the sky...
After a little wee,
I will put the record straight...
The cuckoo gives
a final call...
The vagility
was close to disaster...
You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous...
Courting the dark words
picking up from beautiful life...
Eons ago, it snapped.
You don't fit into the mold...
One small step, in dark.
A silver of fear...
The causal effect
was the kiss of the blind spot...
You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight...
And I will hear you
without noise...
Purity of thoughts,
must limit the knowledge...