Titles a length of theory

When I wonder aloud, or interstate, or interspace or contemplate,

I’ve considered, earth to mess, with gravity and light at best,

But shine the ray on hope and cheer,

Have with me, some other beer,

And solely I recount the days,

Where many things laid with overlays,

Do cast along without her mana,

And namesake to the end of grammar,

Where empty home meets joyful sound,

Maybe 20 years or 30, 50 ground.

So solely as I write in web,

I consider people like Erie and Web,

To forsake a cotton wasp of soil,

Christmas day or how to boil,

And egg and chimera casters wheel,

Atrocious monster and pipettes steal,

Sarcastic sorcer and aloud, aloof be haven forken salad. May even flow or evertide, 

Since glazed ham system override.

And today I heard it three,

Miniature of statue wee,

Plus the English in triggered sound,

Radio of horn come loud,

Or feet along a parquet floor,

Or cat or mouse for door to door,

This mind has many thoughts and prayers,

For people’s little under cares,

So call a deer and shade a frown,

Callus and a timepit hound,

And manifest a brand new day,

Where poem meets the shake today,

A sentence written and rehearsed,

Can carry evil in its curse, verse, little frail universe,

So maybe time will stop right now,

What are you saying Matthew, anyhow?

I’ve heard a lot of great real words,

And solely verbal overload,

Many kids or temptuous lays,

Chips and purple intervals,

Caustic over a frankly chide,

And rhythm hards the warblers pride,

Cool to touch but soft and able,

I remark its not unstable,

Solely because I heard it first,

Don’t air laundry in the universe.

So hidden it with a shell of patience,

Dig a lot and interspace it.

And then the note it will appear,

Maybe now or in a year.

Thank you Jesus for inspiration,

And cell phone for a shake filled nation,

I’m not Korean than I can understand,

Shit meets open makes water spoken,

Lalla la is the curse broken?

It’s nice and quiet he does forget,

Talk like that and then forget.

Plusent interface of interfact,

There’s a cockroach under that,

And if safe

Then understand

Sometimes I’m just writing to make a sound, to hear the heart beat of the phone resound. Sometimes when I walk and pray, I wonder if I’d make it home in time to say, that I have a lot more than you might need, and truly time and space is seeded, like a game inside the inter-eden. And yes it’s good, I like to play. I like to see what minds create. And maybe verse is overused, maybe verbs are common truths. Maybe I have lots more questions, and perfect harmony in silent rations, so the time it overlaps with me, I hope that anyone believes in me. I’m truly a little dork inside, a bottler-upper and run-and-hide. I spend a lot of time to learn, that when you lose you also learn. Let’s rehearse one more today, all the things you shouldn’t say. And when the 39 rolls by, I will stop choosing to shy, because we spit faster than I can bend, a word inside or Outland then, I remark I know she’s odd, or something else and I’ve faux-pas’d. Somewhere in about 5 hours, we’ll hear it through. Or maybe in a fraction less, because the tiger’s time’s best guess; and why I still in this old cantor, I guess it’s because I can’t lamenter.

Don’t you find it funny now,

I’ve almost forgotten and I know how,

That she was wrong to just be right,

And I doubt I’m going to sleep tonight.

If you’re reading and ready then,V

Ask me to stop for a pee,F

And I let it all be seen,F

And the double double seam.G

Hijk lmnop

Pomegranate sigh. That’s a new one. Does anything survive,G

When the alibi costs too much to die

And maybe perfect is ok,G

Until I smoke it out today.

Start writing down something else,

Because she lives among the other night elves.Lussandr

Rags and riches and soup to stone,I

Have forgotten people like to bone/phone and phone home in little homing Rome songs.

Will anyone pay for 6 more words?

Is it going forwards or backward?

In the end it doesn’t even matter.

I tried so hard, but got so far,

But in the end, everything truly matters,

And that’s why I believe it. 77 81 twenty four and son to son. I wake each day at half past 4. To see you look out at the door and say hey Matthew make it home today.