intake between the margins of your blinks unusually high unusually long ,
theoretically high yet assumingly low endless road you froth to feel ,
does madness taste sweet? like a bitter wine conceived of grapes given by gods?

forbidden favoritism or perverse taste?
lie amongst the thousand beds with the pea known as me & the conceived colored green theive that could be picked out like a flea?

bunny hops of sharper sage only start to listen when you sing the sign of the wind that winds

so sing your song that made the leaves applaud

the year 1917 is following