Attacking the attic along my ally
Beaming the light I barely bore.
Crushing candies which clutched my childhood
Daunting doves, driving drunk
Espy the eclipsed enemy
Forging flauntless flowers from the forest
Grovelling genres which graved the grace
Had them hidden, holding high and far.
Irking ink in intoxicant I itched
Jazz playing through the jealous January
Kids kissing kites of kinds
Lasting through the lovable lie
Mourns meandering with morning muse
Nothing but the nerving neighs.
Over oceans, over orotunds
Promising pristine plates of people
Quoting questions quick and quiet
Rivers roaring rough rumours
Stealing stains from the stars
They tremble towards the trust
Until utopia ushers runs out.
Voicing vows varying volumes
Whining, withering, wintery words
Yearning years you yawned
Zephyrs of zilch zooming zero off.