And It Says

See not so many thought

Here in this kind of net-cafe

This poor sap on the ground

The leaf, touching the water

Absorb but I couldn’t get my power

I’m coming, to the max

From my disparity of the wax

Foster and to the commission

To the, of the, roar

Heal-me then see us

Place of incubate for the disparate

What is the blossoming of, humanistic

When I say, holy

And the now, the battle but the war

Of the zero

And it says, the snowbird fantasy

The venue of the spoke

The place of enliven

Seek, sought

From the heart and to the mind of what domestic from