Tuesday, August 9, 2016

Pore Dill



Lie in the sway of grace at full,
in vast mountain a buffalo memory,
east is the distant to shadows and lathe,
clothes that have had lathe at sufficiency.

Traveling the stars of midnight skies,
stars glistened last hour at last evening to speak a french,
language of such ancient shingles that ducks said its word,
the crease of a hem in simple humming birds!!

Sparrows whistled at the Woodpecker last Year,
behind that the threads silk to spiders Web in a veer,
yet on thus explained the possum to the skunk,
that a shivering cold gave pi risers to the shard??

Nothing grained is the crops to baled twine,
just the care of earth as the globe ran to sham,
span became comprehended as more than a hinge,
the platters of tiers sigh that every rock hertz.

Method of system Fell to Water falls,
people broke those brains and the minds had no shores,
in that the bridge gave planting to wares,
sadly sew far the cost of human life just rose.