Dialing eyes too polka drop needles.

Maybe we will pass life by on a plateau  

where you undress me with those eyes 

that dialled in 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 of static linen.