many sunbeams. High love bunked,
ear merry, flinch many. Leap out
green birds, green meat from the wind;
a lot to be grass at our side. We should.
We should. Our heads
this way and calm to be no sea.
The love bit, a l*ck fl*ck.
Asterisk’s the hurdle.
Two tusks in the myrtle
Together, then let go.
there are pounds of seaweed in bloom.