In More Than A Line Poem by Mathew Lewis

Bunny tail, Hop spring,
Let the life dial, but don't ring,
Cry the night fire,
Daylight fain spring,
I am always mine.
Why not try to speak?
There are no purple thoughts,
No crazy limit sky dreams,
I have very little manner left...
I'll share it with you
Just to end this.
Young delicious hope is
Nothing more than broken,
Further it with life then
Double back and make sense.
I have little time left
Wont you just prescribe this?
I can take it lightly,
I promise I'm alright.
In a motion fused in time
There's a little left to sign,
Can we murder more than rhyme?
Absurdity is mine.