And fresh green stirs
My head to spin
Look ahead that's where you're in
That's gold
That's grey
That's glorious
What questions perspections
Provides the supple ray
With enough change to straighten crags
And sprout the surging of a soldier
The yellow of an atmosphere
Bolstered buttered battered brightened
To pitch me screaming
The rocket blanking bliss
And surfacing only
Of a vacuum that utterly missed
The reason for distance
A blue the color ohm
Suits me up in zips and sits
For me
It wits for me
I let it hit for me
Until my stuffing sinks to pits
And I see that shuffling even
Goes too far to say
That I even need
So my april showers devours
And I make this story my claim
To power untold
In the conspicuous folds
Of depressurized mist
Until rains change
And the tips of spurred
All-gravitating
Corporating
Interest emits
Buds of brightly greened aphasia
And fresh green stirs
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