Blended intimacy.

The automobile that interrupts music 

To offer Gratuitous help to better

read your palms that are ringed 

On behalf of the fibrous blended Intimacy.
With tea measured out upon a star

Unlike the tea bags and tagged knaves

As I shout showing my mast made lunacy.
Halo’d enjoyment the only catch I can’t have

As Refilled teapots stacked with Historic retort 

the lion that opened up doors again at the midday sun.
As brushing broom and owls beginning to stir

As day time means it’s Trying to sleep

and find its way to a slumbering mind.
Beware of praying at false carbon nations

And measuring our Temples in inches and feet.

With thermometers so close to hand.