The inheritance was drowning water on the platform a provincial lion of eyegla** and frieze
Laughing at the mornings news hanging by the waist at the walrus skin so tight
That the whole city could say break down and collapse on an old fate
The chorus-line to save the rest and offer me absurdity
Bruises right up and wronged with a rapid gesture they raised the narrows
A missing bookeeper peddling the cavity
On an incline decline decay remove the turn of
A new charm an in infinite caution