All is always
along the ozone
save me!
I command
from the top of my voice
while inspecting
sad incubus
alone and one
jumping over
greenish processors
splashing -
- beauteous sea;
I command
all to leave
while I stand /
the incline glitters blue
to my brain
in foolish
everything is being ripped
it aches and goes through. . .
;  you just bray.
the children are
the ones who cry. . . . .
beasts of prey
are on the run,
everyone's with me
be on hold
and do not leave
but come back! / -
- / because
in gravy dark as pitch-dark
little red plank is
beaming with delight.