I don the darksome parts of you, you don the darksome parts of me, we winwinwin.
Till something like a quilt or cruise, I’ll fetch a me and swatch of you,
We wrap up,
(So a sparrowtree, lined with crying birds for fruits, oh, so a sparrowtree, loft with crying birds for fruits, oh, so a sparrrowohatree~~~)
W.C words address and grow lush green and trim your topiary. Birds and topiary bees, jewels bring you jars of shells and bring a volume of your pet ghost’s poetry. Don’t you try to to hide it from me.
(So a sparrowtree, etc.~)
Mother, my dear, and Francis, my place and my favorite frost, we’ll wear our long wise, white beards, and when betrothed, one, two, three, four, we sister wives will ride on one white bike, the speed of quail, oh, and then we’ll stand, a bright woman each, Whiteside, and wear, and wishbone tug of war. I’ll wait, unbraided, marrow.
(So, sparrowohohtreeee-eee-eeeee-ee-ee, ohwhoaoh, so, so a sparrowtree, etc.~)
Rebecca, listen, those(clothe?) twin red headed boys, so let’s dress them all their days in turquoise.
(Ohhhhhhohhh, I hope you find your ambergris, I hope you find your ambergrissssiissssx367634564576457~)