Where pardoned stations do dea

feckless underneath Enceladus
stringing savior tiles to both coasts
like razor soft grimaces and filters

just where one protruding proud snake
demonstrates the ghost of a lamb
so, too, do stomach charities dote

transverse daye chimes groaning
mocking the second incursion
tired saints evaporate with time

smoking cylinders spark trialwaves
wrestling the puncture of several moons
dreaming of the music of mutual feeling
did this wasteland picture give you the image
grappling with cohesive stunts on ringing horses