Kingdoms more, Kingdoms sore Passing the guards— Like busting bars Riddles compact— From the numbers,— Etched in Hollow Blocks The fact of goners— Hit the doors,— and punch the backs— In hied, to navigate the tracks— To boost out— Parts.
Steep lands embed this twisted wanderer— Aches the leaves and humps— Pushing to slouch As I beg the ground— Not to pound— For the planes to switch rounds.
Offsprings declined the measures— of luxuriant wands The caverns feed the infant's boredom Does hold the dome— For loitering dogs An insatiable ****— That climbs for ripe fruits— And wildly shouts— The beggar's principles Here and there— Values— Then eats apples.
The weathering turned the rocks to dust I must— crumple my tasks Ah, the shallows.. On search for walloped hearts— Of shortened wage;— Of weak grips Oh, I thirst for distance Lay down barks! Lay down! **** the shallows! God, oh God,— Is this the penalty for swindling clemency?— Just crumbs.. Just crumbs.. For open mouths.. Oh, why they broke it?
Face down,— I crawl to this warmth They fade.. So I kneel for a while— With curved points— To the unknown shore What beauty relies from there? I am bandaged by whipped words Tell the pending men— Of my bare tense..
Sigh and sigh.. The sand and seaweeds Caressing the voyager's rest Refresh the bonds of East and West— From the rise and fall— Of Sailors' flow Collide the surfers— With tentacles of Immortality! The commands of Tides— Emerge a Hurricane— to blow its treasures— with the Strakes!
Alas, the whales jump— Splashing with the crystals I know now.. The vast,— This is my Wealth— My True Luxury My Kingdom calls me.. I shall embrace my prize.. I swim the bottomless Abyss..
They landed on my spot— With only slacks on sand— And the surface reads— "Hah, I'm Rich Now!"
There are outrageous things they do to feed themselves in scarcity. They have morals, but alongisde, they need to stay alive.