Crumbled space indigo leaf
Spritzer for bored imps
An indifferent boat
For spores
Wool-lined hemisphere
Padded chamber of symphonies
Companionless lunatic
Grinning at a green sliver,
Brain glows yellow
In the blood-dark twilight.
Wagging finger white mink shadow,
You not know vein-language,
See you not you scroll of fog!
You not able read the fungoid fate,
Decipher trample grass of lotus bog.
Hesitant, out comes woodland floating sword:
Out comes bridge of flame. Out flow slime
Of ghastly mood
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