knit together structures and chosen companions like humming resonance targeting the head of a pillar

rhapsody of straightened out meters condoning the body of knowledge conjured
“when will it be true?” said the guzzled gas like heartbreaks in a lone traction chord
“get into trouble,” proclaimed the measures of Abraham’s reformed conscience
there we left the passing over of excellently condemned streets or lost makeup art
get into the tree that plagiarizes the history of May Day and walking cemeteries
just allow the partition of grocery allowances and wifi recipes relying on no one

if only Jacob could see our secret efforts, he would kick so many blessed shins
disjointing the sanctification of bent out mapmakers across the signature alias
this merry touting tune of weathermen and counter sold legitimacy signing tips
no, longing to be the ones to adhere to the matrimony of community solace
“no, this one is for us,” cries the trial-embedded chorus of altruism’s end doubt
bones and gear and water bags with the merit of chief manifested waiting by days