The Question Of Garlic

Fantastic dreams have manifested in the beautiful breeze of challenge,

in the leap of talent a show has production to that tremendous say,

for the trust of the able in the statement on the done I tribal nothing,

hug the now in the yes of future from the base of Earth to the shout of sound.

On the Solar System spree and introduction to Infinity,

space that moves with care to be the grounds above the rare,

galloping streams of directions on scene as the stars map grid,

guest to the body blood to the vain drinking majestic the found.

Shall the Art of romance be the bottle on the dance,

in the Cork of the Champagne a waltz with the theme,

chandeliers the sway in lighting that ray,

rain for the clouds to speak Ocean to Sea.

Thoughts for the chance to be a beacon did the prance,

college of a graduate with the Class in the carpet,

hats to the High as the trouble gave the blow,

walking with the born chose the branch of form.

Crease to the brow as the Facial is a how,

skin to the fire lumber with the burns,

stand the length of can than know a reckons land,

trade the frown of park for the smile on the start.

The tomb before the lay toes that speak of shade,

in the delivery a silence keep the shore,

waves to move the weight a cruise with all the rate,

rest inside the mind that the brains are finally sign.

Fall the down of sharp remind yourself tonight,

get up slow the level is more like a strange night glow,

the speech runs mute the words come through,

the silence is the crest of crew & guidance comes with grains.

Instant rest between the chores the shark is in the lung,
allowing swim to perfect the lung in salty brine of stream,
as filters gill the hands of fin a cycle is the door,
for in the reef of barrier a creek in middle storm.

Rows of read to temper sheep the farm of deep a sheet,
action is barter on the naturals while the sleep,
behoove the great in spoken crop as specifics crowd the growth,
in sponge of land a subject grand the ivory of keys.

The tunes will call the telephone crawl a booth for coins in drop,
first the rotary came to be than second on the cell stone tool,
number trace with shoulder spell abdomen of packing trim,
the Third in pill was Swallow well the Whale is the beach of fill.

Piling from the tank of be grasp the compass crumb,
a family from pod of Pea sparking in the symbol feet,
pounding hammers acoustics drill to lanes like borrowed fill,
the Rhino of the Pontiac the signal of the Paint in tug.

Circle round the drum of Stand that lather will be Rose,
in basic sum of being Jung the psyche inking prose,
with Frog or Toad the pot or the stool,
in the landscape of the Nape a learner is the Crow.