fulmah
11-15-2005, 05:00 PM
I am good.
I am late.
Complete coffee
and I am extra heated
because I’m becoming hard,
tightening important size hard,
the ear of the eager hand hard.
It was in dream heat,
the fourth hour retreat,
an imperfect conclusion
came in convict color sea.
Complete departed spirit,
the hand which is grasped
together is destroyed.
Love of casing
trembles into worry;
there is no weathering
the stage which makes wasteful:
pain measures weight more and more
until there is no feeling
the thing which waits.
In order to attach the bottom,
I am good, I am late.
I am late.
Complete coffee
and I am extra heated
because I’m becoming hard,
tightening important size hard,
the ear of the eager hand hard.
It was in dream heat,
the fourth hour retreat,
an imperfect conclusion
came in convict color sea.
Complete departed spirit,
the hand which is grasped
together is destroyed.
Love of casing
trembles into worry;
there is no weathering
the stage which makes wasteful:
pain measures weight more and more
until there is no feeling
the thing which waits.
In order to attach the bottom,
I am good, I am late.