Henry Infects Itself

words grew
and drew me a dragon
in the leaf

the wood is full of feet
of cut trees
tell me that night makes the song
i know the trees are full

weep not of ginger root dolls
wrapped up in bright eyes
the trees are full of this sentence

i wait for your head
in the eye of the trees
full and bright with kings
under the hill

the trees are alive and i'm still young
take the tree mountains of tiny cries
there are a lot of hands
i said quickly with my prayers
then cried

the trees are full of crawling trees at night
he sang: the trees are full!
weep not for cut trees!
tell me that night asks where men
are made of words of feet
do not scream on the trees

you do not have to go
the wood is full of creeping feet
and the wood jacuzzi is full
of red hair like rotten leaves
and my name is you bright eyes

the trees are full behind the eyes
small waves
you could not sleep at night!
but not for the trees

the tree voice is a song and
the song is full
under the tree
it does not cut trees
tell me yell me that small waves
could not sleep
at that the power of my hand
to sing the song in reverse

and i dragged not the cut trees
tell me that i have a window
and that i saw in the mountains
that trees are right

that the bush is a book of tales
he asked me to do good
the bush is full of feet
there are eyes winking from his hair
the wood has cut its trees
tell me that night
looks at the wood at night!

he asked me to go to the wood at night!
but i was a nervous finger of red hair
and the dance is full
under the tree it does not father
the trees full of eyes

under the right the bush is full of saws
and that his eyes were turning into
the magic wood

the wood is a stick hiding
like a summer snake
the night tried nothing
the eye of the night asked me
where my name snake would live

the wood is full of shining eyes
the wooden feet are full of tiny cries
you must go to the trees at night!
i met a tree that night
the bush is full of feet
there are a lot of small lizards
i can not sleep at night!

even digging with a green box
trees are good and the bush is tiny cries
you must not go to the go to the trees at night!
the infected wood at night!
mug box green trees trees are right
the man and the woman have to go
to the trees to be increased
i say a prayer of small waves
you could not hear the heart
of no trial henry

the trees were full of legs
the grass is full of white hair
as if i was present and i named him
good night!
but i saw his eyes were full of crawling feet

do not night this!
i heard noise
if you're not the only it
the trees are a house
the trees are right
the bush is full of creeping feet
the wood is full of oil
trees are right
the bush is full of right
the bush is full of legs
the grass of legs
the grass is full
and cannot sleep at night

i'll make it happen in the mirror
it's like a finger on the tree
the grass is full of straw and nuts
and ginger that night

i was wrapped in leaves
the trees are a stick
that hissed like summer
i have to go to the trees at night
i see the eyes he discovered and found
his father's night
it will be very yes it will be at the corner
where i'm full of gray hair
its snakes are the eyes of the treatment
these trees are full weep not for the trees
they are good bush and full of feet
they are eyes of glass
and a finger to the trees is full of feet
there are a trees
the tree that night
i saw a on the trees
you do not have to

they were there
i gave her a beautiful dragon in the air
i saw his wood is of eyes
under the trees you are talking
about lead and you wish to wash your body

waldens and dragons
i saw her head
is full of small waves
you could not clean your skin
clean walpita's leaders are blinded
by her eyes

trees are hands i said
and in my prayers shortly she found sleep
at night!
i bring stones
he is full of creeping feet

the wood is down
they are the kings of the mountains
trees with a lot of small lizards
i can scream on the trees
you do guide how to keep my prayers
all in and where she lived she asked
i have eyes the trees are full of crawling feet

the bright duke is growing spiritually
i got my teeth songs
trees are of his head
and a rat's bush is full of legs
the glass and fingers like a lot of small lizards
i can not sleep full of eyes
under the creeping feet

the wood is full
in my head
his hair does not sleep at night
magic wood henry the trees are full
of crawling feet
do not let the lizards sleep at night

but i'm little
he would take the tree
to join the trees
you do not have to
do not scream
scream on the trees

under the people
the eye of the treatment
the trees are full
weep not for the small waves
you could not sleep
all the prayers in your hometown
and an eye of full of legs

the grass is full of his wriggling hand
and i the egg
its eyebrows see the head
it is full of tiny cries

you must not use my power
but you're looking
i say a man with a glass of night
heard my name in the night of crawling feet
do not scream on the eyes of the skin
with the words whispered by a lot of small lizards

i name her words
and drew me a dragon
in the penny out of a stone
and shining eyes
the wood is full of creeping air
i saw his teeth through the back
of his head tree country

the trees are full of teeth
behind his head
and the eyes of her name
and where i lived i told it
and it rolled up
the trees were full of eyes
under him

the name of my book
trees are good bush at night!
he made me a stone stick and in it the field
and with the kings is a shining eye
the wood is a lark made of straw
and a nut curled as a wriggling worm

and hair can be slow
and i can not sleep on fire
i watched the nails grow
to the wood
so full of shining eyes
the wood is full of stone

how to use it
sing songs and go after the head
and her hair will not scream on the trees
you do hair
the trees are full of bright eyes the trees
the tree that night
where my name is full of creeping feet
the wood is a full hand and saw my nails rise
for the trees

the tree that lived fully
to the night


(this text was fashioned from THE MAGIC WOOD
by Henry Treece)