Foremost saints & angels spoken for

Whom yet comes to be or not to be a-dome
Haven't I yet a-brightly yellow leaf
Let us be to the last times.
From a cloud away it spills over cups of ends ;
Flew up so enlightens & said
O rails at ye wilds & sky ;
I think perhaps I did therefore will,
Holds up enlightens said & knew
Whence you had hid & flew.
If it canst as a self-absorb'd cotton ball kept off ;
& does pick-up by sheets on
Teaches thus out much ensoftens
Behind me definitions finds
Bestills that in daisies are not I,
Becauses choices becomes edges
Is it true & thence you & I shines & places it so,
& commence the dance firstly bestow'd
All things around forms home
Normally does ensweetens a song!
At the looks, Oh, at something lost out
Most insides leaves go back & forth unfoldin',
Falls down & falls there silence.
Still as if spaces across dots glistenin',
To be upon bones, lost souls warms ;
& enhances fore-to chances are,
Nothing else-more compares
It's usually both in the reverse just found,
To be an island enshroud'd
O' smooth blur is morn'
Ah, what a view widely whales go high & lo'
How so freely it's for now & later on?
At long sleeves which was very so,
Much need'd here unto 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;
Thencefore a stick would enhance
Meself ; If, bulbs hangin' on wether ;
Until the end bein' takin' alongs
Everywheres I found it's plain bein'
On/Off/On/Off my own slow dream
To watch'd lines paint'd colours an release
Orange & Apple red & thence very well
We had good for thence & fell,
Cool the core's condens'd milky way
Unregardlessly looks behind metaphors
As the time & mast holds up fast ; Ever?
Spins their great fires forwards ago
Ends within image shades aloomin' thru,
Drawn down by thee hands they just sayin' that ;
Saw'd it's 5:00 somewheres at dusk in ;
The dawn's glad plume & me
Cast back over there horizon's broke.
All into a-self-pacing notebook,
Spirals twirls upon forms that float.