The talons of a man shall remain awake
To goad the dimmed lips of a man-at-war-with-himself.
The cloudless sky squirts a disaster,
A soldier cows an intimidated man,
With the consciousness of an ordinary man;
Admiration strikes at the crib of a wonderful man
Who never afflicts the other person.
The colour must be changeable,
Resetting the vision of our ancestry;
One feels garrotted to be worshipped,
But even the cases of relish have survived.
Love arises and heightens towards us,
With a manifesto to shock and stare at;
Then iron chains are broken
Up and sold to the higher men.
This lactic lane advertises the acts
Of my numbered men in talent;
Sales are made to the dozens of orders,
Frowning is the name of the story.
I addressed the audience
As a compere that hassled
Passing fabulists of renown,
Forging documents of rarity.
The diver supremely inquired into speed,
One rocks faster than the diver himself.
A little planet erupts from the cosmos,
As the pledge has surpassed all quarrel.
Drag and bite, drag and bite
The man with the mirror;
His hand carries a labour
To hold the whole glass-object.
Of course the melody was swift,
Calling itself a realm then,
My swift defiance of this maelstrom
Met with more disagreements.
On and on I ride the waves,
Muttering to the sounds of the sand
That flows so fluidly, in the manner