a garage made of soap for a car made of homage

y'all
need to relax
yeah
they made it all up
the integral and diminutive
mummy finally ceased its roaming
through the house and
laid down on the mottled
azure penny tile which encrusted
the bathroom vanity top
where it beheld a vision of the sefiroth
that was printed on the shower curtain
pleats are fine in the whites of their eyes
pleats are fine in the navy over which the bridges go
but does dante make or take a misstep
when he compares vain thoughts
to caked deposits of alkali
which take on a life of their own
an autonomous life in which these thoughts
take their own delight if you
synthetically cut and distort the line
for what would pyramus mood
from a pyramid of mulberry blood
so that how the tree is inverted
become some moral before a blankness
overturned before
the sketch echoed by a walking staff
decorated with a wreath
or emblazoned with a symbol
y'all need to relax and take or make
no words as they are uttered
before such a green shadow
it is noon within the hand
and beatrice perhaps is her name
and she widens her smile
around the stercoraceous flavour

it is in sense

how light became
a bald soprano
childishly mimicking
a police siren