Storms on Mother Earth,
the bearing of the planet,
a degree of what is Well,
in the depth of Solar Moon.
In each for the Galaxy,
a Universe to Cosmic,
dark holes to stitch with darn,
dignity of death.
Thought of Human Cork,
a shoulder to the carriage,
breathe with fog and dirt,
mud is process clerk.
Writing grains of Sand,
fossils on the hand,
a wrinkle from the waist,
tight ends by e! raced.
Dank the blankets smell,
smoke and akin to dead,
lungs of fill turned die,
becoming Facebooks slide.
Applications grave,
chiseled with the tied,
people bump a womb,
than turn to kill the wormed.
Tape on Video baked,
the cookie on the crunched,
smashing minds of brain`d,
vice sin greater bayed.
Ice cream pop sick coals,
im burr rancid burp,
hiccups look to gulch,
the ditch on valley floor.
Across the spell of BC,
eh dee a pawn the fake,
rigid stiff to freeze,
glaciers grade the feeds.
Ocean spoke to wave,
crashing signs at beech,
redwoods saw the burn,
sealed growth to mars,
veins boiled frogs,
stools gave Napkin logged,
owl fa bet told togs,
hub stirs Cruise a sod.
Clover swayed to brain,
connection scanned the balls,
ping tray pong the pad dull,
hand dulled brought the phoned.
Sun shone ray to shine,
kodak snapped the spayed,
new tour breaks a rule,
causing knat shin knoll flew`d.
Chim a knee crawls to the Can,
go roo does not know cue,
words are sigh lens shock,
shore of traded boars.
Tusk won't add mitt,
gloves fit to the dell,
pick cole sang to nice`d,
like peet tour had a Host.
The choir rang the core wrist,
a cellphone joke new clear E! aye,
eye brows rise to lips,
the red stick said its made dew were,
ship pawn chest of gamed,
the Master wrote a lean,
meet Veal its a scour,
the Scrubber on a nailed.
Each Hymn on grounds of All,
shoved the dig to Cert.,
lies came to that grand,
blood began to bam,
flint stone struck the marrow,
relation ships to never,
the recognition skate,
to ice and blocks of bait.
Ponds had silt with Men a role,
elements asked in fear,
does the whoa man lied,
say I belong to swirled,
gargle lean its true,
should the compass photo,
the graph of word in second,
added Men its hare a tick.
Whats a dot^Tour,
whats a Sun,
whats a rig,
whats a ruund,
what is cheese,
what is Wine,
what is crackers,
what is done,
The Dawn a Hue or Crews duh???