Foremost Saints & Angels Bespoke.

If yet comes to be or not to be a-dome & more
If told like that did afore dew
Haven't I yet a-brightly yellow leaf
Let us be to the last times haunts today
From a cloud away it spills over cup 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 ;
& does pick-up by sheets on mountains
Teaches thus this is much out ensoftens, enflates,
Behind me definitions finds thee I'm off
Bestills that 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 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 in
Oh? smooth blur its morn' picks
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 ;
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 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 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 light ;