salute your past
Use a word, tumultuous carnival, a point to point to, hope turquoise blue.
A doctorate in underbelly underage colors up below rupture tumult, tom-tom fill,
Come (in between) jump because your yellow is gold tonight, conjoined sepia food tune feed still,
Blue rapture sold a month and imitate, smile we the past.
Twelve passengers tonight wished: God, I was your parents. Negative monuments I never told anyone I enjoyed anything when so clearly understood, I enjoyed much without that mis-step forgotten clue, window through, body if slumbering queue.