The fuselage a living breathing machine built to Being,
energy that replayed came to enter a point compassing,
turned the Station to automatic find,
the scale of an antennae breaking the line.
Change scope while the World does soap,
flights to sing the barrel of the echoing,
Solar Systematic save that grabs the After in be born,
sight to travel the sky unraveled in Time the ark of paddlings.
Like any gracious dismissed from dirt,
the ground of Earth is more than I wish to search,
skip stone to the spear of thrown,
I am proactive in the SID,
yet another acorn bib!!
No ground corn the think is Form,
lightening shot shoots from Lot,
the Roar of Thunder not Peoples snot,
clouds dispersed show clears rehearse.
Park of Order gates of Sage,
shirt the Wonder with gifts of Age,
Iron Win for Methods gave,
the mat of smashing burned the Saved!!
Still Steers Lived!!
