Atmosphere Poem by Pierre Rausch

A full grown space, a forth grade
Puts the follower to comprehension
Faith to faith - dimension
Atmosphere - for ambition to call

I can see
Naphtali, third grade
Forth grade, what I do
Brand new piece, a forth dimension

That's when I realized,
A disc around the page
You won't see
All in my flower

Would you pretend warmth for her
Would you allow a preshow
I know someone peculiar who doesn't see
Something like a draper's shop
Feminine week, silence refined
A teenier crush, the crushing of the weir
Field water to waft, she'd never love