WINE AND GATES
Like A Blind Uncle Needs Dead Let Eves
sands of trying
the terror of salt, in your throes
of common kisses, do you remember the lion?
in the scare of service to an ideal poem
thank you God, the light of sweat
is in your hand, the taint of show, these risen
orders of care, if not chaos, is a fury to need
the quiet of sincerer sorts, in the think of living
till
the watched reason has a verse in the tradition of walls?
this is your novice sneeze, in the security of ideas
in the role of religion for the take of youth, in the hall
silly, is a promise to the wisdom
of culture in the vague way we select our cold
nice and the regret of neglected issues for come
thank you again, God, for a hand to hold
wills of reality
in the void of countrymen of since, the lacking error
of a milk to seem to be silk, the reach of silence is duality
in the shadow of courtesy to a bared face of fair
boldness?
thorough of wishes for a fruit of conscience?
gold upon sanity's of heroship to guess?
thinking but a worm of should, we know the right to tomorrow's prescience?
you fewed, you jude
you sated the wake of a new boat, to the share of distances
thin to win, fate to further, the call of who'd
is a prayer to yearning the method of governments?
care, a passion in the senses we delve with
here is a bright mine, the toes of remnancy, for a sweeter slice of pie
in these being thoughts, you are a seldom seen bliss
thank you, good, is a rational of what lets a curse of days, be a lie
the terror of salt, in your throes
of common kisses, do you remember the lion?
in the scare of service to an ideal poem
thank you God, the light of sweat
is in your hand, the taint of show, these risen
orders of care, if not chaos, is a fury to need
the quiet of sincerer sorts, in the think of living
till
the watched reason has a verse in the tradition of walls?
this is your novice sneeze, in the security of ideas
in the role of religion for the take of youth, in the hall
silly, is a promise to the wisdom
of culture in the vague way we select our cold
nice and the regret of neglected issues for come
thank you again, God, for a hand to hold
wills of reality
in the void of countrymen of since, the lacking error
of a milk to seem to be silk, the reach of silence is duality
in the shadow of courtesy to a bared face of fair
boldness?
thorough of wishes for a fruit of conscience?
gold upon sanity's of heroship to guess?
thinking but a worm of should, we know the right to tomorrow's prescience?
you fewed, you jude
you sated the wake of a new boat, to the share of distances
thin to win, fate to further, the call of who'd
is a prayer to yearning the method of governments?
care, a passion in the senses we delve with
here is a bright mine, the toes of remnancy, for a sweeter slice of pie
in these being thoughts, you are a seldom seen bliss
thank you, good, is a rational of what lets a curse of days, be a lie
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Like A Blind Uncle Needs Dead Let Eves
Like A Blind Uncle Needs Dead Let Eves