I suppose the question he asked
Gave me a liking for him
As my doctoring resents anything
I want the statue to speak,
I wish his lovely rule was dead,
And I desire the wrong head
Of a wonderful man fully in right.
The path connects to other paths,
Open them as I speak with you and
Whisper with the cats and dogs.
My little pennies fall down the street,
Every road must lead to your door
Shutting and opening from time to time.
Then, relaxed foot soldiers bombard the
Towards the greatest miracle one has a shoulder,
Where is there a conquest from the fallen ground?
This avalanche is but a solution of the oddest wars,
Underneath the seas of bliss ride the waves touching us.
Harrowing ropes glow from the throats,
Tightening the throats can be gladdening;
Upwards the stream of air escalated,
Disturbing and traumatic was the wind.
As an angel is at dawn,
The reasons have swept us away
From the embarrassments and reflections,
The disagreements have ceased to come.
Upon the complicating psyche we move very fast,
And this was as new as the message progressed by nature;
A natural environment is already upon us
From the even pleasure, from whatever will seem.
The whole gesture proclaims a mystery,
A laugh goes into hurry when the time is at flight;
Blinding footlights precede our animal vision,
Schools of children sweat under the folly and future.
So fly the wasps of strings and stings,
Straightforward in their venom and longer with heaven.
The bees are outside in this wild wilderness,
They start again with polite sound.