A root of the bark
True through the dark
Flew to the stark
Potently marked marters
Feverishly fluid starters
Streamline the divine in due time
My whine captures trapeze freeze
And let concubine concrete release
Prisms trap light and disperse
Their intensity immensely
Liquid lotus freely chose to assist this
Chance to chip nitches
Whirl potions open drom devotions
Crawl creviced shells
Where mares of night dwell
Basque in between bitten and bitter
For a cindered inertia
It might unearth ya
But it won�t hurt ya
Guns are gone
And bare hips are drawn
I sleep between four and dawn
It�s a full moon
Don�t ask where I�ve gone