Reeling reverence in a braidth of mind
solderin' hundreds of minute wee thoughts
around my ears, in efferfvescent light
like lucifiere valkeyrie
down through the skies...
rolling effervescent selunder my feelings
breadth a hairs length and nirvana be closer,
in mind, where we plunder, strolling seclunder...
Open to offers of scripts, plays and tv
oh' reverent thunder, forsaken thee nay
hung curled in whisplift, lair growth be seed,
Tudrills becoming tressles
under the chappeau.
Drought of mind, nae season sees.
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