"It's not my fault
but I am a participant"
(or how we won the war with our cape on)
afternoon with gavin douglas
Four veins after the gays and manners there
and active bow, upon her shuddered bare
as ache had bone and wide undress
within waving her hair allows it to trace
Adonis wise without burning with fire
using alone fool of all ice and year
to we all, lost country, that windy region
and Ferdinand over us stormy sun
This got us when, where we all lost thinking
in gusty chaos they are in this land whistling
and bravely time passed us by as power refrains
in bandits hearts certain pre sound constrains
They win they say profusely
kill further deep to hear the voice pass by
through jealous we will dross upon high
roll the dice with stories and wine is there
You are us, not us, and the wind afflicts us
(Quells each mouth and chest when this is called with us)
soon after the rose of rose the rose roseĀ
that will kill us will fill us complete can crackle and fray
with or doubts, moons sewn and days laid
hidden bust out of the thrown on us sight
darkness is not beside the sea a boat
deferment the big bang rumbling we are in route
Disguise is often ligament with further line
and sure we bathed and are the better, sea and horns
and during dying human is is, lament today
Shiva and then directly present before the hear