in the name of grand
will
Heaven has fallen on your sheets,
Eyelashes cover the cloud death has erected.
Wet & lukewarm,
The night of spring snow
Has become a metamorphosis for the dogs to cry.
Hold still sweet mannequin,
The plastic wires will curdle
In a proposed way from the spray to land lightly.
Listen,
Now as the food hushes,
Air halts,
Hair crumbles,
We're together in the noise.
A blast in the nostrils from a nose let free
To eat charity in the name of grand will. |