Of the message on the wood applied, forgives, O rain fades roof

I saw all's been clouds leaves
Why it is this in dusty old light blazes abouts
Hands pains me rols back & might
Obviously was inside strengths can search
Dead poems to undo
O big sight fair made some lookin' said all best
after today, Main St. Blues exiles
Choose your views compares without hills
Completely bent down
& it went up-on & up-on beams solid so far
Home bestill kindly night
I know that's right hidden so sudden
Was inside behold wunders
Our treasure tree i don't know
Hollow'd bare; By, Thee & me
comets crashes.
Every snowflake flows unique
As white doves cold & gray in scattered days
Many mornings do you like ?
My tone now as more
We're longin' to see
Wings sure tryin'
Going up the creek; Saint Peter ! Repeat ! again.
Soundin' rememberin' deep impact
So to speak how many glad days fallin'
Stars as verse beats on for the lost ways drenched
I wrenched my knee
Weird delights simple;
By, Ye & yes, It goes on birds sing
Comets crashes.
Sweet dawning strummin' at your insides
These walls above maps
Off a ragg'd sheet of paper pours
The leaves run loose
Flying backwards
In that desolate place forest never dark
Everything best incomplete thinkin'
Left free to it now
Thinkin' about it all is so useless
To know my pieces
O what this could do
If, I feels it, O me, O only shows
Oughta be elusive
Outta, Am I yup, If any further up I gotta go on
Outta, Thin air inside
Puts nearer to soul stands as free form
Seeks memories; By, me-self oak trees & bees
comets crashes.
Every leaf is not a mistake made
By you shoe strings me recovering scenes until
unbroken but where
When all else is so; As if it's been webs,
Those shadows unprovoked dreams over & out
A feelin' long useful
Of every step & great the waves sound
If, you feels, O anyways around it
Does thus spoke carry us thru
I ask'd to go pick a-spot of sands on point runs
By, comets crashes. My best stroll around
Sings wit' soul I saw it meant, Old Books
ought-a be elusive
Outta place, Am I yup, Any farther me gotta be up on
Outta changes, the Yew tree song whiles
looks upon in roses all points tender & beautiful
Turns around those shown hearts
In that vessel, Carts you value so well
You with me we rewrote all the parts be
Floors & more yours is beautiful
Magnificent underneath the surface means pleasant
It's in these dreams
So again what won't come real
Unclear the box tops feels like
At last two brushes
Into puddles be splashes to edges
Are shades in the sunshine
Of the message on the window
Dropping existence
to go outta lines
As a solar flames light's low lone streams
On the sill so surreal
As-like those torn shirts--shiny nights
Will still hold on shakin' it up there so real
calming down sways away
Saves shadows in the ground
We're up the creek; Saint Peter, Repeat, again.
&, Reach, Reach, Reach, Reach, O'er it
Strange no wheels, Carts hadn't anything inwards
O to speak how you're glad as bulbs
as burn'd out used to be discarded between them
Rejects are return'd from outer-space
Some falls abouts eases two souls the beats
Gave the edges tears
Weird delights; By, thee & me
comets crashes.
Sweet dawning strummin' at your insides
These walls above maps
Off a ragg'd sheet of paper pourin'
The leaves run loose
Flyin' backwards
In that desolate place forest never dark
Everything best incomplete thinkin'
Left free to it now
Thinkin' about it all if it gets in some yet
So gone there is no more when done
O goin' on, To somewhere-else
There we go,
Will it be ?
Will it be ?
Will it be ?
Will it be ?
See you tomorrow.
Will it exist on-board muse
Will visit you if we was in memory
Of the message on the wood
Applied, forgives me & you O rain fades
The leaves run loose
Flying backwards
In that desolate place forest never dark
Everything best incomplete thinkin'
Left free to it now
Thinkin' about it all, it oughta be up under
Falls outta, inner-space mostly of notes
Those figurative walks rocks
Next you all can still cast so different
Legs plural go flyin' forth streams
More gardens, lake-beds emptied under
All these days enuff I saw ways vast
All those had known
Different visions went on
Why it is this in dusty old light blazes abouts
Hands pains me back & might
Obviously was inside strengths searches
Dead poems to undo
O big sight fair some lookin' good,
said all best.
After today, Main St. Blues exiles
choose your views compares with down
It went up-on & up-on forms solid so far home
I know that's right
There we go,
Will it be ?
Will it be ?
Will it be ?
Will it be ?
See you tomorrow.