the known’s and the unknown multinational multitudes
do you comprehend within my means to be the man that can be moved
the when is up to you the why yet, a wonderful mystery
laughs the imagery of a plucked **** man emits an ouch but the spring bulbs tense fragrance, a call sign for new missions science need answers, now, that I can no longer hide in black holes
you can stall till the fall more questions to pair the man against himself, poetry by command for the curious possibilities of dear,