The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed

The day, the soil lab took care of him, and I sighed Categorical exclusion, You were there, but almost Nye! My outspoken, my hidden, my own darker trace My grace, rancid disgrace, my song and my own mess Did I ever tell you? I loved you with all my heart, I loved you all! I had no desire, there, my nihilistic call, they are not an easy Pickthall! I startled, I stumbled , I ran, I walk and I snore, sneeze and yawn! I craft and in my propeller shaft, I fly, with flying try, I try simply not to frown! These are not all stemming from me, these are the imprinting gemstones of praying tea You are a done deal only to compose , not to take heed before you even try to say, once again to me! These are white lies, your sweater moment drops on your life, legend and universal truth And all they say is to look after your giggling imagism before it handles him too, to soothe beneath the bluetooth! April, 2025 (Twelve beautiful lines )