Base can enter my spirit voice br to come out from the feet of my legs br My artillery may sloop and head may die br The world is about to kill myself br It has already crown myself br A range that amour gurgling spizzle br and wet an aura of ridding suns br br Why not meditate, who measures fruit br of our quad br and why not it an unnecessary good? br Or who tend for tepid things br The spirit is dead br and the sun is lumped br br Touch of the universe from ultimate br fusion, bearing the blood who swears br and fears that drops from the mouth br The baling eye that see darkness in the br coast of the house of sight br Raptors faith of tomorrow’s morrow br br I need thermometer br I want to know the temp of mars br Earth and Jupiter must know br Do you mars, still breath in blood? br For the stars counted, where two million br and halfbr br Ebi Robertbr br