Purity of thoughts,
must limit the knowledge...

And I will hear you
without noise...

You call an all night truce
of all stripes in moonlight...

The causal effect
was the kiss of the blind spot...

Eons ago, it snapped.
You don't fit into the mold...

Courting the dark words
picking up from beautiful life...

You had tasted the
salt of a viviparous...

The vagility
was close to disaster...

The cuckoo gives
a final call...

After a little wee,
I will put the record straight...

Genderless,
instrusive, was the withering effect...

A manic moon
in ethereal night...