Foremost Saints & Angels Bespoke.

If yet comes to be or beforehand
Will not to be depart'd with ;
If told like that we did the wet dew
What is this vague thing gotten
Haven't I yet a-brightly yellow leaf-hole,
Let us be to the last times haunts today.
From a cloud away spills over cups of open,
Ends flew up so enlightens & said it barely
Oh? rails at ye wilds & sky had on ;
I thinks perhaps I did therefore will,
Holds up enlightens said & knew
Whence you done it hid & flew.
If it canst be as a self-absorb'd cotton ball ;
Picks it by sheets on mountainsides.
Teaches thus like this is it too much ?
In softens, inflates into them olde ways
Behind me definitions finds thee
I'm off my red pack bestills that crumbles
In daisies are not I, Thy times enuff.
Causes choices becomes edges
Is it true & thence you & I shines
& place it so & commence it so,
To the dance like firstly bestow'd
All things around forms home
Normally does ensweetens a song !
At the looks, Oh? at something lost outta
Most insides leaves go back & forth unfolds,
Falls down & falls there silence racks up.
Still as if spaces across dots glistens so,
To be upon bones, lost souls warms ;
& enhances fore-to chances are,
Nothing else-more compares, obtains
It's usually both in the reverse just found,
To be an island enshroud'd in weather
Oh? smooth blur its morn' pick'd thru
Ah, what a view widely whales go high & lo' be
How so freely it's for now & later on ?
At long sleeves which was very so,
Much need'd here until undone joy found :
& It did somewhat longingly aways out.
Of a-passion highlights abouts them
Off the moon & great lights to sunset
Outta the daylight drops darkness,
Within these places between something's lost.
Saw'd it's 4:20 somewheres else of 'ole ;
Thencefore a stick would enhance
Meself ; If, bulbs hangin' on wether burns ;
Until the end bein' takin' alongs
Everywheres I found it's plain bein' mine
On/Off/On/Off my own slow dream
To watch'd lines paint'd mystery an release
On orange & Apple red & thence very well
We had good for thence & fell,
Cool the core's condens'd milky way swells
Unregardlessly looks behind metaphors
As the time & mast holds up fast ; Ever?
Spins their great fires forwards ago
Ends within images shades a-loomin' thru,
Drawn down by thee hands are just sayin' that ;
Saw'd it's 5:00 somewheres at dusk in ;
The dawn's glad plume tree & me
Cast back over there horizon's broke.
All into a-self-pacing notebook,
Spirals twirls upon forms that float light ;