I
FlenFlyys that a shady
room cannot hold
Whats concealed
Whats blurred
inside the hollow
chamber shattered windows
II
The contour defines the steps
The crosses bury the dead
And yet the vigorous green has
a power to break their tendrils reaching
pour sol en le ciel
Terminum ultimum is the luminous
inundated by alcoholic grass that drink n die
Their dances lack divinity
Theyre enfaeceated to poodlepoop turkeyshit
III
is a pathway trodden by superstition
laid flat in but butterflyscapes
O
It evokes reminiscences of glaça linda alexa lisa
How come maxwell isnt the name of the gravestone
IV
Stop punctuate here. Its been a period
by this
time my cocaphonys half way composed
FlenFlyysd be eating
ppoop or lying with tshit decomposed
V
Dont be sisyphied when looking beneath
Being a sisyphus isnt a private affair
The womanising FlenFlyys Finnegans are dead
Ill cut my wrist
til the sun applies a barbecuesque
aroma to the crimson substances
I thought I could escape bifröst with victoria
Now that jasmine that wails is amour that heals
VI
Oh aux awe we
the fleeting and the penetrating leaves
VII
There arent FF so many that we cant dust
yet I come to the shady for
I know theyd like to be éclairé
The techniFFolour isnt our father
VIII
Aye aye sundown embers fall turn into ashes
La river is done with its a tick a tocking
In the end chef make me a stew
I want to slide down them stomachs devoured by the FF