lost within the supple flame of trust and modes with times to frame
i walk within the title code to rust the rain and slight the mold
we are the peace of time at hand but have no frame with which to hand
paper pallor neutral valor the rock of subtle forces fallor
fleece and flame of flight of pain knocking at the racing mane
of horses equitorial lasses the written word of faster flashes
pecan pie and puppy tie i work on rot and mane of right
peace and flame flutter fly and flails of the subtle fly
feasting fester rotten messer schmidt and flot of futter fowl
prowl of petra fawn of fettas lattice stuck in striking locks of dallas