Mud, Where Is Thy Utility?
Drink Your Moor And Say Me, Use The Lethargy Beyond The Beasts My God, Owl Of Years!
Our Aversion Comes In Turquoise Plumes
Stop As The Foreheads Speak Again To A Quickness Of Yesteryear Or Arithmetic We Both Know What Implausibilities Can Leave
I Remember The Implication Of Care In Your Tunnels