| Actively examining the dispersal end, | |
| Water, the way nothing should do | |
| Exclaimed light the mocked aphasia-butt | |
| Toward, seeping vertical-- | |
| There is a practical side to experience. |  |
| Hay that rings open ridges. | |
| Sneeze that you never were. | |
| Shy street leading there, to hold, | |
| The octave--unbelieved curse--of shine, | |
| To hold. You temporarily | |
| I am perfectly responsible for the crimes | |
| I have committed. | |
| It has no need to advertise itself | |
| And there is little doubt it may never touch, | |
| Though it may outlive, death, and perform alone | |
| Anxiously like seaweed. | |
