there’s bound to be a wee bit more

transcend our encumbent dwellers with the blessings of death — the death whose stench we grasp with love from wretches bosom blast that belches forth upon god’s children’s day — tis petr the jew come through tears to know of dreams again for the welcome given bursts our crescent whole asunder with a strange horde ensconced — for it is their return that suggests a cure in some chasm yaw that slips the weary gate from neck from sheep from break
as to the wake from falling sleep the men have their way as outback viper tests anew our mainstay to survive as cohesive group so we over-reckon that twist may so provoke our two minds break that shackled bond to send our fellows through to love lost to magpie bird dead a morning new to tiger agape in awe to rest awhile with me in pussycat’s jaw — take nought but tobacco that relieves as serious smoke — add the buds of the cannabis plant — to this cast into madness twice a coffee plant bean the jitterbugs lack — its longer range than the whale’s breach yet the spectre fortends our birth that those protected in this realm meet death
begone such as more to say the woman is so from darkset africa to timbuctoo — anthropology be damned — make law to breathe merry jew in christsendom halled for marry is the woman so bereft of hands born to us that her feet are touch?
let them go to find their place as if the blind can see in their world — tis man tis woman that is girl the both may take their chance to form a secluded zone that is poison within the home