Brutality fruits in looms of gloom
lolling slower then snails loving in noon
Suns kiss the moons in warring stars
battle out faith of resistance.
Strings release the valise balancing upon the utopian sands.
Revitalize the feathers to carry the world
to create no system to create no order
no chaos shall exist.
Protruding perfection of pestilence reticulates outside
games of hate.
The defense proves no existence of words
so true as blue that the jaguars caught the flu.