Seven days they say, it took
to create every cranny, every cove, every nook...

I never did cry after that saccharine lullaby
not a once...

May I beseech thee, to sing fair a song
Under the berch tree, just there, yes, anon...

Words mark their time, on this fair soil
a latticework of assault rendered in their fading...

Pity my friends, oh come, pity me!
I threw my last throws, just there, on the lee...

Flippy fed on Tuesday
Flippy fed midweek...

'Didst thou see, timorous wretch, cowering anon
nursing yesterday's alms, seeping, lamenting, a...

You aliquoted your affection
Disdained to speak of why...

Listless hearts
Endless roads...

Feeling returned with an aching, endless...
She slowly looked down at her breasts...

The dawn broke gently, on a face so fair
Yet trouble was conceived, as you played wanton...

Flesh relfected on a glittering mirage
Stops to breathe of the new day...