Saints

To be a cloud
Or not to be a cloud
To enlouden'd
Nor ensoften'd one
Lets us enharden"d because
It's true thence dance on
Normally does ensweeten'd a song
At the sound ohh! some leaves
Will still pops
How so freely up-there long sleeves
Is much-need"d
Turns it up & did-so
Passions are up there-in ; Moon-Lights
That's remotely.said this memory go's
It's pass'd 4:20 somewheres
& thence as a stick
& hangs on unto everywheres found
Off/On my-own
A sorrowful line painted an orange
For now runnin' fast forwards spinnin'
Endings with images of whom-so are
5:00 o'clock some-time