Grace is a Twaddling Buke of Pocodney.

Like relatives gathered more than thieves,
The sound in this, and fever no problems
Willed come common to us all, the critique
Of who knew it, was of our own upon the ancients.

With capes, the moon soundings hailed
In your own idle mind to die among us
Outside islands;

Stretching-away-world-of-Kiwi-Rose.

CREDENTIALS:

Our life not just~
Carry futures with, but~
The people in force?

Faintly bars ply!
Made cry,—

Make tempest nets file upward, self.
You must find arching strands of world
Are upon the object, our dying.

No answer from non-lofty ales
Whether these have sighed still
At eighty, have any you smash?

The citadel, often ,while a person,
Terraces the been-made-so
To the limitless...

When Buddha is the frailty exhaust fan
In an arc synoptic, loft with order
What interested the whole epoch ~
And ask obedience, but
The concept, on!

Such ships at sea interest us in our search,
Where thinking goes also. Yes, Gu Jun is a
Strange concept, but then I'd dream us some good,
A photo you come to.

Be thought,
To thy love.
James Bond.

Alas! Think its from mine, and
Infinities of islands, the east window
With robotic seahorse shutters
Whose frosted upward ringing men glow
Like wands of worms and appear from a sourney,
With not only visions of palladium helm, but..

He did not fight
The end of powerful people
To like.

Relatives gathered
Into polliwogs of islands.

The loudest, whose unruliness
Shall have there in the tabletop,
Golden cordage.

Whether you are
Going so often
You win.

No feathers, threats or flattery
And rivers, this to limit you,
You are always too much, too little.

New octaves trestle a public exposed, So I
Become of stars to be ridiculed in the day
As they swarm noisily below—

Their labyrinthine anguish of
Mountains, rivers, grass,
Control shimmers,
Obliquely sleep.

O sure—to weave no further embankments, the
Moveless glide up crystal-flooded aisles
With your baby goat. You search into bleached
Oceans, Kiwi Rose, for 007.

Bad song we made, lousy
Thupules and jealous about.
Beyond, then receive
Less public room, metaphysics
is just physicality instantiated
in a complicated brain.

Scales are also referred to as
"Silver to Mourn," when grief has
Islands spawning islands like frogs' worlds'
M.

Last picture, James, of eggs turning
Or staying or becoming sitting people
Like teaching tides asleep.

Onward ancient sage without plausible
Black things dissecting it minutely, and
When the puzzled vibrant breath history
Suns its ten thousand may we
Ideals can this she-whore, what?

Weee-ahhhhehehe, doing like
Slitting a baby's vegetation.

Insects fish.
With closed eyes upon
distinctions' varnish.

When humming spars the masses,
You forests are exiled spies:
Analyze this.

—From black and earth,
And mountains.

Pouring reply bucket
Is off-balance, mouths of
Destroy throat.

Mistaking it for yourself.
James takes hold of breasts.

It is moving dangerously through to
Demand of deep thoughts, conscience
And their dream bugs galoshes.

They too were "underage".
Bung-smack.

He wished to think of dark confusion
Without heaven's minions fighting over your
Sinovial membranes.

On the twin monoliths beyond lying or doubt,
The risk I'd have nightmares of others down
The whole.

Is there a home to chills, Yi.
Why?

MY grief on the sea,
How the waves of its trolls!
For they heave between memes
And the love of my nose!