It was decided a rock was the shortest straw
In the protracted life of the lightbulb emitting
Manufacturer instructions talking with the iris
Diodes sent by dutch lovers containing hornets
That In the darkness hide during demanding times
from the day to night holding the world’s turrets
With that look of a coffee drought presenting
their hands to draw on the present rather
Than Swimming for futures that we are versed
in from dilating eyes of a tea house gamete
The rinsed remains of the rivers hidden bank
Shown in preparation for the slide show
Featuring charred leafs and stained grains
Snake oiled pocket filled with pie r square
And to whom would I ask to wrestle with
The conundrum of captcha bottles with
Lids that come undone when the dune
looks Lovely from the rye winter mill.
