How measured am I. Already by eyes
over and under, the blanket of lies. The
true. Deppens the only sugar, called one
under, the archer. On the shores, oceans
Oh, oceans, of love. How the insult
Stings, like a bee. Whom ever it pleases
That ladder one made, to be broken, by me
Climb not away, and the Earth. Little..
teeth. Walk not, in abundances, for princes
Do not, will the wishes: To be dried
From the water. That center and...
drive. Further deeper into majesties
All the flowers shall rise and float