the poem of the octogonic nightgown blues / 'however', we here saying dr. Moonlight

A story of clear daylight swept the nightly fears away


this formal electroïde has the shape of the lay-down ruban bow/
supposibly the energetic eternal movement reveals us the secret of life\
that growing up and falling down again and then again growing are parts of one
big movement that never comes to an end/

/the cheshire vow will bring this bow again in shape for going straight on giving strength to all
and all will see we'll be preparing as so well in the palatine row of this so cherished borrough high
ad what I plan now is for a next hunt to bring a success into this my show,
and off we'll go into the readable partridge woods of mankind's gentle love

let's say then we go first to church to bow and let us Michael row his boat ashore
then after beer and breakfast and the knowledge preached for going in our minds not to forget
the sanity that heals the holy heel and gives to Patroklos his veils when eight's in the hour 
we all go again to ride the stallions which do not count their easiest steps and then 
when we did leave the courtyard and passed the gate of life's obeity
permit ourselves thus with one bow to each to whisper at the stallion's ears the ready flow

by which we understand the road we go and have us chosen for our doing things as right as all do
like anybody else, to chose for love any show of boyish snoozing noses and tilled intaglia cowardish breeds and then this knowing so him rushes to go handsfree below and up the trail of this
so often waged melody and sing we then a song which sets our comrade's gown to give an'get
once more the shore of Michael and take we then of such somehow the cheaper sleep he had that is him well forgotten such habit does speak in unspoken words the meaning of the watch

and out it is with the 'how sleep did you?' and makes the bones more weaned than weak
and just in time until the nine takes weapons on and keeps the holy chips of love forbidden
in teaks and ticketing for all prevoyant stinchy pins the shout-outs for us to anyway and all
this kind of phrases are to be praised for belonging to true answer's wisdoms.

me just one question goes in frozen bows to retake knowledge follows my mind in going
before the frog asks me to sacrifice in tinned shimmering to seal my being goodman and his
togetherness with me is as much with his saying well meant that he is the goodnight's ferry
as much it's silly as is sully to feel stuffed with kind sufy amusements and such sandman fruits,
for his retard arrival to identity is no doubt a fascinating happening we seldom saw. 

to get us the moor did do his pledge also and him he says that so long all so kind
to be allegiance for once more and then he'll chat the charming cherry for the cat.
and even better will be more sweet the beehive doubts that he will eat saying he loves the trouts
and what he adds is making the scene he loves to shout so much after he had
tea and then he gives he merrily spots he knows he ought to go again for sure.

so he awaits the spoilish shouts back to his guard and make one means his loins to take them up and after all this home sweet home comedy actions he moves straight out to where nobody meets,
how taking a door open and then closed is always part of the festivity in a row to go and return as by binding vow, a fortnight this seems now to have been doing on, and me, I wonder what's about 
this tricky deeds that varied on and on the say and what culd bring the sweets of weeping.

for saying goodbye he makes tight with he'll be to come too late for dinner and I shouldn't wait,
the message means a seal for me and him to relate that to a carry-on groan in a bovary tone
to ask now highly in devotion pointing to his votif candle gift in a silver shuffeled offer.
life is an act enrolling in the mid of hell, and for me only stays this knowing,
that if love wouldn't be a mighty power underneath the all sold out concert playing here 
I could scream without thinking, afterthoughts or shame: 
is there anybody home to tell me what's the head and what's the feet for vows with upright laying eights?

To make the poetry more lightly to consume we give herewith attached a fantasy without any intentional meaning behind accompanied with some full dramatic music tuned