Monday, December 1, 2014

Call It Dry Land



I am dreaming In Cuneiform these Plates of plaques have Shape,
in the breadth of the sit I spy upon the Table in a Set of arranged,
the flipping Screen the Mind of Means is my rested State,
to take that to the type of sight what is the Message Rite.

On Victor of record the Scroll hearer or the Mappers Gold,
can on the wink of Old man Think be straighten on the Toll,
shall all these Signs be pre designed to Stacks unfamiliar,
the lean of the preposition touch Aspect Real.

Is Genesis the Odyssey on the Next best Cold,
are Shipping Lanes carry on with The Freights of Sold,
in body of the Art of Tack painting Caves on slack,
are all the hours of the Raft just floats to Control the Crack.

Mention tell the Mind Control what is this a Shoal,
the cloak of the dagger bled and now the skin is Mold,
shoulders talking bring the Wars to battlefields land,
in the gear of leathers Role does the Saddle sole.

Can the thunder of the Hooves be a Four beat seat,
does the light Horseman say that it's all the Speed,
casting out the Clams for pearls do the Swines speak Sheep,
what is the Teach in a lesson if the Fable text is Graeae.

The Aby at the spelling holds can it be a mystery,
drop a Letter and a Note play the Music Soap,
increase the power drain the Cower break the Face to Nose,
or reality to whom can Read and Whom did slight Pronounced.

In which B.C. to A.D. to the Nautical deep Chimed,
the Cattle of the Disk about in the chisels lined,
for at Tech in the Dragon fed is the counter Know,
that shall you have said these words with lead the accent bread.

Walking with the Blunt of Force is an Instrument,
shall the sharp be on the tone that Pitch is in the Hit,
blades that cut the Paddles wrought are oaring of the got,
to speech it Out or look at spout it's all about a split.

The balance of these Writes to speak is the Wisdom sleep,
for as the Tide does rise to Rod the glacier also sheets,
with every drop of Reign the courts are Plessor to the Score,
for should the stop have been a Plug that how does years explain the Water of the Stork.

Brushed with careful interest piled one shelve to stanza Warred,
the development will grow to Sent a click to cluck of Pour,
in a good glass Retort the drink that said to Dear a Port,
but at the point of Now return is Gone the Show of Gipped.

A Plunger


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