This moment....this cauldron loosed....how irked I am”.....**** you!.....my secrets flow now?....**** you world of piety and morbid prayer.......you false jestor......you think HE.......looks with vengeance.....you think he faults the souls of the wretchedly lost.........you
fools...........drop.........look..........liste­n.............
Drop now
........no.........COWARD,,,,,!!!..................good and bad........bad  nonononono ......LOOK.....BADSOSIMPLE EH?
Coward!
Drop now!

Open you ******* eyes!...........HE loves uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu
This way and that way.......up and down......simple words?,,,,,,,,*******...
Drop now.....!n the Vermeer of the most wretch
        Aske for others!
Or **** youuuuuuuuu....bad...eh?
..........open you ******* heart!,,,,,!
Little ****** imp cherub...........u..........know not him...........only the faults of the beleaguered mist......drop upon,,,,
Look...............back......for I WILL NOT......correct!........it is right....when wrong.....time is equal to no mans space in it....but that of which it is...........
...............when the idle March of June’s day......beckons the tide upon the coast of the day......you shall see.......and you shall love
.........how can I reckon the behemoth of this.....with the jilted thoughts of your piety................ you have silver......and I seeek wood.............out of somewhere odd it came........silver...silver.....GIVE ME WOOD.....I heard my teacher then.....speak me to me....................
.........listen
Pray for me in your lost temple of marble......I pray......I talk......I laugh.........I love
I do....
You can
........a n y w h e r e

Crippled thief.........I have sown.........you steal in darkness..........I sow now my field.........my food feeds menwomen..........my little plow shall BE
PROTECTED..............
Now finally
Faith........................I look to you...........my squirrels.......to protect all I am.......don’t let the thief take my sow...........for I will not fight......for if you will not......this is naught
The finality of the soul is so hard to show.......it’s for all.....not me....not you......you cloaked dagger of harbingers fright....you glassed managerie of darkhind vert.....you want....you NEED.....you no different
HELP
WHO SHALLgift the feigned apprentice his just consequence of LIGHT...?
I shall not
If in the frosted vessel of this plantations skinned submissions vessel.......if you pass the torch to.....totottotototo.............the ****** hunter..........shame
I leave my seed at YOUR mercy...........hark the *******,...no.......his ******* not what you think.......that’s his cloak..........his is so tremored inside......he cloaks with outward flaw..........
Will
U
Let
Me
My
Beavers pearl
Will u let it be
..........devoured

Help
Me
It’s Mine!

wait.....I smoke....
Mmmmmm......how is the lightning keeper thrown upon mans point,,........how shall you burn at my tip.......and flash my locked caverns held so long.........temples of cylindrical sheet layered with rock and pumice......kept tight so long........my voice is MINE,,,,!!!...........
My
    ******
        Is
            So
                 Sad
Is work...life’s toil.....BURST!..................see his tear................streamed upon the stream.......leavesandgrassandwoodandrockpebblesandsandsandandvig­orunknown
Go
ne
..........what now say the child Bourne all at once....chirp
.................................chirp
speak
......­..................mmmmmm
.?

Pause
....child thinks of thought.....
Seed.....I may plant a gift..........says little chirper