For A Little Ramble On; If A Little Yellow Leaf Is Bliss Off.

Odes, what 'tis joy words
Joys they had had
inner circles between thorns
Town to town; Pub to pub,
Feelin' subject of lost events
a-stone well hole in one.
Rebuilt has less darkness
& will what,
for one? Speaks!
Bricks thrown down they lay,
All got big lines.
good upper greats
remarks
On but old glassy
waves
Then when I got
back into
The rainfall
As always other
things have been
As you think
link-by-link outta place
here being long
Fine sleeves are open
Maybe, will it fall on
eases apart;
The felt fits all
Oh, snaps it was
Back when
together a-top we goes

& I would & I did not take
a-nap; Ahh, nap,
Took me again by & by
my mood be not to do this,
a-surface cold if ever so
Of distance wet.
Scatter'd rains
Towards spaces around
Believes growin' &
growin' & growin' &
growin' still needs plants
doin' in places
Lower & lower &
lower & no lower
until higher
Whensoever bright
moon is a-flock of
pictures flew by
Spreads, cards inside.
storms lost at a-past
I fills in,
I saw unbox'd puzzels
My guess was,
The good
The great
Spirits are up
On a-eternal gentle drip
Falls off leaf
At all o'er
enuff digs inside
It's a-bit like this thoughts
light blue snails
cloudy stars
thunder in space
Has no disguise

Afloat by, await by
harmony great
Obscurity sweet
A-drifts off,
You sure neat & decent
What's right
What's left to see
enfold'd chairs leaves are
Befittin'
Seems
clearly by thee
Traces such lonely alone times
of reaches around gone
Once it's roses gave
Findin' today
To hips sway'd
Extra real nice
As wicks
To a-flame light
Dances
To candlesticks
it's lit up besides webs
tore apart;
Fog is down unseen
in the air.
Spells it out now
lays it on a-lighter shelf
At which
Raindrops
Helps you see
Wanna
windows
Awaits to,
Make it new.
One fell
October winds
broke insides
The night
I am circles
Replaced
Since by another star
Fallen
unfoldin' chairs
Are thru
a-top
Oh, nice, so there.
No destination.
Odes, what 'tis joy words
Joys they had had
inner circles
between thorns
For a-little ramble
on; If a-little can
yellow leaf is bliss off, returns
Shoeless insides for;
As a-story goes;
Heart's core streams aches
All around the places