I am
Crying
Crimson
Inside

I am
Forest
Fullness
In deed

I am
Buried
Bullion
Ingots

In the
Words I
Will con-
Cede here

To you
Pistol
Packing
Tulip

To you
Loving
Looping
Rhetor

To this
Beating
Bulging
Tremor

Tuning
Heart hailed
Hue horned
Taxis