all look,
with notes to the outside world.
yes, yes, this lissome family of three or four.
smiles of a bursting nature,
rhymes to scald and scolding,
what is a thing called rupture
in a perforated pasture to romp.
sleep. dream, talk, wake, pee, and think.
think-think, think-think.
how other people wink,
helps move the spinning top to mop.
aimless on, catch joy and misery,
innocence from the reeds,
forgetting in all the grandsome maturity
yes, yes, this lissome family of three or four.
