all that talking

And when it happens its likehoney and painhorns in the rainmisty seas and mysteriesa dog with no nameits that time againnot sure if
Im sleepingbut the visions as clearas fog on the piersomeone fishing aimlesslya thoughts an ideaa sound is an earand gods with none believingbeing chased by the lamba knife in its handlooked down from that mountainsaw the moon get a tanon the beach with no sandsomething came and something ranto make up my mindis it bleak or it fine?
She looked a little doubtfulsmirked and said its divineto light with no limesometimes
Oh its too late
I cant stopmoving my mouth
Ill shush but
Ill shoutsomethings got a hold of methose words coming outlike froth on a stoutdreamboats sailing intostormy weather
I seesalty debriscows and tigers jumping at somemad dignitybut passionately well beoh findingways without wordsto sing and to purrloving without declarationsstuttered and slurredelephants blurrednerves resisting urges serveto speak with no sighta bat taking flightonly to find tooth marksin that *** dynamitemy girls got a bitethats right