Heart swims in the sky
Over water under the ground
With no shy-pack of ply
But all to find that sonorous sound

Patience sleeps out of bound
When the opening seems of living pound
And there is a choice not but of nil sound
Of which luck goes fully out of found

Nature only seems muted
As sapiens clings on been wicked
Singer moves to dancing
Dancer moves to singing

With words wages with sword
Shriek of sword sound like fjord
In the city, all ardors in flood
And all bless-plead goes to the lord

Sun shot as moon munched and
Sea sucked as nature impound

All; of normal abnormality.

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