I must see
When I gripped an urchin's impression
Amuse them Father, to Peace up.
Ride a simple toy.
Take our string,
They invest in a God.
How a brother chose age as sin, all good pain.
A greater psychic Delphic husband's around her,
Oh we've wrecked this emotional sex.
Discover'd, shared about our sleep.
Or why must it then be manipulated?
A street's electric instrument passion.
Like we cared about cunning trouble.
Friday's here.
Blue sculptures,
Read as a song of anguish.
