It's About Everything Poem by Pierre Rausch

Not just as image around
To act mysterious
Those lights, those voices
She enveloped her feelings
We are content to agree
A hymn sheet and a tract
As the simplest steel pool
Fashion became the amusement
To see the operators arrive
The ladder never ceased
A fault of the fault
Thank you very much
We'd reserve a quiet plot
That orchestra in hands
You may see the end
You may witness some sort of beginning
Bruised and cut
Is entirely dependent
Then she looked at me
A shortcut to sympathy
Swollen pride in pipelanes
Plenty of cake
Peace for the niece as piece
Nuts as dessert
I thought it would appeal
Stubble two days away
Give me your note
Give me resemblance
The nicest languid language