To tell-
Neither a raven nor a mouse
Could see my peacock
Tale.

I hold proxy panama
And why-born wyvern
Anomalies in--
Hindering hands.

The planets speak sometimes
With wrinkled minds and skin,

It's my 'winter hair'
They scream in
Silver petals.

I'm copper-rain-
-now
Adjoining to the finch
Burdening blackbirds
With my teeth.

We as everyone like to-
***** on our feet and-
Watch as dinosaurs
Evolve tongues that--
Paint.