Let’s write phoetry or better yet protonatry in the prosition of the gymnasium.
Let’s eat electrons from scooter heads riding and not lose electricity.
Let’s ride fuels of fantastic jet engines straight through the future (whenever we can)!

And let’s not forget phantasmagoria and the prince that grows within.
Terrific! I’ve lifted lightning and not forgotten a thing!
Life has been, and portably to the mighty sun, weightless lifting;
(And is! And is!)

Naught my fault their misery,
Not my fault their guns,
Knot my fault in my misery,
Naught, knot the pain.

Hands are no longer a sudden persistence of guilt striking when you know…
Perhaps a fantastic windstorm just shook my house,
You will never know.