leaves in fall out of touching seen
Beyond who picked your box frame
Laid down stares closed between
heaven's gate openly unnamed
And hell's bell pepper sheen
while Black bird dog days remain

State you're hear my song eye sings
Beholden two by too long held
Drop out drops less every thing
Where plurality in plum lines fell
and failed safe houses are all they bring
Given time healers will often sell

sand bar made to order drinks in this sun
and stop watch each tip pays off purview
Gentle these rolling waves back off tongue
Set sale on pair a dice four a tell
Take back a rat and disarm for each one
Over the line drive and underwater for a spell