by the poet
i am passing meaning less
only to speak.....the loss of his poignant cielo

and she has pause to understand the foreign poet is ok
her partner and the day of the veranda never end
this is spain on vacation, with subtitles
a playful coming to terms
and intertwining the less important
aspects of how we are not entertained
but we have length that we miss
to step out, this is the exploration of stepping out of time

mimes are my expectation
and the often catch of little songs
the book is opened not longing
as a world is coming in

devolving is my understanding of how miming is transcendent
wisdom removing caution
to absolve is not real
only the real observes the deal in passing

abuela's romance is empty and cosmetic
her escape is the corruption'd time'd
as the chess matching of youth abandoned to this former device
becomes itself the watered are staind
the sung are hung so on so forth
the cathedral is for air and vision of itself
this too will not change
back wordsing agents are callous to the fold


Predator and reaper don't like you that's an emotional syntax error.  No code names war theory.

We only program gamma ray scramples for the budget warden to coordinate.  You are a coordinate, that's official

I love that thing it stays stateside

It works for the president

Logic, we went overboard and removed that

Stay that order.  Good bot