chestnut,
thou art how (i) shall (i) begin, mine epic midflight but i’ll studder
stumple threw her till ye under, stand i stood here amidst an allegory,
scribb-led eye from the fluffy banks upon which i watched for witches,
time in the garden as a lakely armada set out from fluff, those banks
of verdant oneder, if the water fowl left rippled tracers rightly upon
the pond uponder queries screamin’ sounds, aye, so the water skims,
cause: they did, and qua©ked a you(n)gly duckling, he wasn’t bad
looking around too been lost or loosed from his flippered fleet-fleeted
moments gone the new be (k)new(s) that genius is all ways miss
understood; Greek as it were but today,dreams of pale impressions
suckered of puck-life succored u as the younger won took
flightly, landed with a proud (in the) ness how ever a duck of
his age-might land, and elders fouled of spirit, well they glid a long,
quite unimpressed nothing of attentive (in the) ness, till a headed
human b®ought them breaded crumblies; then they assimilated, became
a herd where gaggle was, to feast and a youngin’ his red galoshes, his
boots be crimson’devilishly, well he didn’t splash a thing but
ah, ‘tis the fruit of youth, branded exquisitely he hopped with
whatever exuberance allows amen of his years, his lack of existence
plucked hymn some harped weed on the fluffy, banks on him tossing it up
to the seaing, our fleet-hops up from the haggard,ness-trail they wore,
swearing i’m truth-testifying, lying not just ball-grabbing like it’s
still yore Jerusalem, but wandering lord, are u the bred man enough to
off and warden e-viles with an acrid alacrity, habit at and unto that
fluff tufted, is the tuff and turf the earth? so on i gotted up,
right hear we’re speaking of the quacks (row with me here), as
alphaspaired to lead their gaggle forth out of habit; in line i
becameth, a follower tilled they took flight and over me, hooked i
looked and that’s when they lost me, like u feel when u see the me; so
don’t laugh, they stoned at the him, kid with his funny construction
theories of out-look; it’s not in what he says but pray, it’s in what
he’s been postulating, obviously stating he can’t quite never ever
nothing’s perfection, remember?
striving, striving, striving to say correctly, lay i now the world,
philosophizing till i real,i’s the coolly shadows, where i hopped a
hope’s back to flee the son; he beats you! (p)raying in tensely
so(o)n, i’m cold and hope full for hugs as a swan, sHe’s too swooping
to actually being an elegant balloon who bobs the surface necking,
peering for yums from the bedded scrapings; sew i on and on this
meddled sumhum phrasing as i t(h)read too brash as bugs be brushed from
satchel my crying – no food here! the dumb beasts or to
distinguish i squish them from beasts to term cumming, the word is a
gracious gift of are term, like the human language, i like that like i
like the clouds; and my chestnut, etched and within my palms art psalms
of a fortress the motherseas of knowness now; she’s feeding our gaggle
bread then they leaf to except it; accept that they don’t make love but
they does they does? and u make it thus, as i saw an albino honk
u say, mooned thumbs to up you to the heavens, remember i’m sawing
would you believe it; ha, you connect in the plugged infinity and
cherish like a wish we won’t foreget, that were just as injust-ice;
no-know the blasting son shall (re)prove; his worth to meld away the
locked in monkey mode and honk you say? Yes! but at me, why
it’s on the in,sided like i askew to weighs my chestnut within and with
in sanity, in sanity; insanity-humanity, but in a good weigh: the lofty
wonderus how, separation from the(y): like how(l) we came to taking
terriers for noone strolls in this, thine garden and mine; a park so we
call it a(wry) one ‘neath the setting, now it sets to extrapolate its
getting; late you’ll so find figures out your own garden quoth
Voltaire, to imbue a new(s) bringing muse be it loansum or bruisingly
bad, cause that’s knowing; nowing you do too raptured by and bye them
and those, of duck songs and dipthongs, old-knew the life, the blue,
that’s life!all along the fluffy banks of mine knolled knowing the view
from it, be it blithe-bliss and pretense, is youth knowing all the hues
so speckled, magpie trees to treats your ears to mine treatise?
an ode to a treasure!chest-nestled within and within the fluffy blews,
above of whose they’ll too eat airplain-anythangs, the stains of
xperience or down, down it rocks ye to a chairy life, thou art a gift
friends, to keeps your wants in chequered equilibrium; so you’re alive,
striving, striving, striving to atlas the world; the you and every
thing of the garden pickets your remembrance fence; from the beaucoup
to roman antics falling plopped in the pond-err and gaze crossed;
starry citys sleep-easying in the distance i stood to a keep way;
though i muster eventually tromp amongst force(d) to extrapolate; like
dontcha, know with their tea-timing reality, that peerage and peons do
define defile divide an epoch of forest pigeons, tempest brooded bigger
but be not a frayed new of they; roam like romans, room as my lexis is
large-tritely cyclic i shall say, y’all call it bombastic, like i’m
justly letting gravity sway my bidding bay dorrs open with flares
atomic; for my wit be careful how you melds my Georgian clay re(a)d
twixt mine moled verse is novel-olde like you Prometheus, thanks for
it-it wields (cl)ever connections: pioneers for the eerie-earing
spirits within and within it breathes aw hisp flutter the arbor’s cooey
birds are out to find its inside, creeping thee about; flipping pages
of thine darkly memories you didn’t think anyone perused such entries
you records that didn’t you think ye kept them well unkempt; entreats
they’re their and there to suffice it to say the jogging done doth
good; psych(e)! if at tempted shedding the pounds that
fully-fooly-folly path best be paced with life, xperience weighed well
in store it well it begot you too far, right? look to see: bekind
me friends back to this chestnut; funny how we tie it together tweeds
of words warn warm the human language culture be content with
allegory-gardens.
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