Photo credit: Timm Suess
Conjecture is my limit to conceive
as I’m never out there without some phrasing
- I’m just coasting by sailing,
while guarding despair
from the magnet of species;
I’m watery into ya.
Ah, my sista’, I gotcha large values,
midnight balls upon the docks,
and, what’s most, the melody of balms -
Shall we ever end up in print
without some errors?
Being or being not the case,
will my downplay include the both of us
to entertain – a bubble and a daisy,
and it’s almost rest.