my back from rushingpinions extend soaring
i'll wont fall
there's fire in these most of all
it's love
bearing me skyward heavens bound
(sinew and cloud)
cerulean you got me craving
those plush
ambering hills neatly piled

               i
over
                     sweeping

        my arms
                               and eyes

        stab 'em
                              gentle

                                              and
                                                         they'll
           ,
                                 deflating   ,

                    get into one ****** mass

              and i'll eat 'em