Maybe life we will pass us by on a plateau
where you undress me with those eyes
that gamble on dialling climatic change
If only humans that subscribe to emotionless
control as we turn off and on again.
i would not have become a frequent flyer
and flown a mile to see that old flowering
Meadow of the speak easy silo.
The Sauropod sways to polka dropping needles
The ballet dancer stance found
Hovering below Ambergris solstice moon
the Mimics outside the sound Cast envious
lost marble eyes too rough seas.
As belle rings and notes homo erectus
Original strides and attempts to paddle out
At kelp lengths measured by Solid state
Of it own emporium static linen.