the good toppest lustre of the day
the brave hulk which makes hay
These adherent shining  through blames
our pure ambrosial saints not flames

we are the good choldren with glare
our color candytuft shift blur
these souls have a new odour today
the young beautiful flash to play

post passion past move on the song
the uniform dances listen to the flowers wrong
but our fruit bloom the path of fashion
happiness blossom the rainbow nation

we are like blood washing through the rails
of a sweeping banister unfolding tales