Into the brown bear was the bullet,
Passing through as if adequate.
It was a Kodiak bear, in Alaska,
Opening too much, clever as a comma,
The lower animals brush past the bells of festivals,
Infer from traditions what people see in superiority,
They are products of intellect submerged by the desert,
Because the weapon or snare is physics and politics,
The food encasing our mouth is the face,
And the face does express what is solid;
Governance is held in a house, that is the arena
We turn to for guidance and offspring.
A life with you is like residing in peace,
Innards crawl like the windy hills inside of you.
Forever, my tranquil quality has mind and chew,
A life has happened on sandy shores to release.
My heart loves cats, their demure sense entices
The day with a dominion called country;
Desultory affairs sweetly decide me in the cat,
Comely thoughts from the cat entice me.
The commerce of religion stands to the alone,
A sitting of amazement stays behind;
Its real commercial value shall be managed
By the awesome and rich, by the deity of all.
I was alone, on a beach of wonders and joy,
Sand scrubbed my ankles, holding the box
With fury, a little way inland there was the worry.
I had possibilities, and the acts of a day constructed
I am arguing strongly over the pleasure,
This innate pain dissolves into the stomach
When your food has been consumed diligently.
The arguments are rarer when stories are told,
Oh? A sword has triumphed?
When does silver shine too cowardly?
The swords are all toward the goal
Set by godly men and women.