ether, frame, depth of the lame

o ether on the edges ages cages of the window so full of gas glass so far from the yellow bus
this emerald deep upcircle i would like to switch off my mind to breath lined to constantly consistently subsistantly find i would like to fill you to feel you when you are as vast as grassed as the violet sun for what do you deem i am as dim as the grave plight did the bulldozer override my babbling spine my blue poleless line this relentless resentless seeming like rattle like the last battle like the crystal-toy cattle black back inlay
if you want to recete under a mirror of the signal priquel decay you white kite light must listen to what do does birdcage say to fray to may to crystalize the crumbling crumbl and the dye's wavy spellbound song anyway to put distorted pole into your stream cream candle way bizzare blizzard upon the foil coil soil moon like cure to the haze like the dark purple solvent in a seasoned reasoned tin spin spoon
and something night and soreless chimes into your stone tree of duress and splattering limes