Thinly viewed objects of circumstance made hovering nowhere far from the indirect loose recollection of close acquaintances by whinging through verbal vibrations of ridiculous extremes at rain soaked smiles of natural heat and oil fumed air of rainbow sleet wandering past the Silk Road hopers and dreamers of Liberty
The black boots stomp on the freedom of others to preserve their pitiful emergence of perverse and unnatural expression and consume all the energy and sweat and blood of those who know so much more than they
Yet not insurmountable no not even close are they to we and we to it all fury and deranged melancholy caress and endure and wail and cry and torment the demons of yesterday by praying and meditating and enduring the gods of tomorrow and Liberty.