IDEALS

Earth we cut into her soul like some lacy cover, as nervous jointed reptiles battle foul winds. Mirrors yawned as oceans swell reflect faith

Patheticallythe heavens phrase waved, like a page form old books as finger wonder like aged dogs as toads pop from idea to ideals daylight


hope burned like wax crimson embers, as shiploads of monkeys hit dumb with thunder, chatter like the prime of man in heather, burned purple

The dance or rivers shouted cries of joy as satire cuts hoods for roofs flashed, muffled bells spread the song gleamed still silent, silentD