Model, play your companion hard,
Laugh when in such a worry.
Finest life bothers,
feeling crushed he breaks a new competition
Why am I fashion!
Kiss when the no's have space
I feel letters, like silent patients,
they reach behind the vintage act.
We represent the Null, Pal,
"Howl" we said,
"Discover Him in Mother Dust, as beggars!"
See in front, passion, power!
Your wasted selves appear many.
Could I question Father,
Know or understand?
To learn inclusive dark earth.
What could I please?
To sculpt her glorious smear?
Here, mellifluous style's above opportunity
We give from Love, free thought.
Come, Lost Infant.
with JF, December 5, 2006, 34, 35, 36
'What Did She Mean?'
