Seashell Green

Seashell green it is more than I have seen in my obscured language vision of everlasting dreams and nightmares fanatics
fantasy in the garden of delights windup rights that are for ever plinking untrue the gardens pushed and blowers bloom all over the serene grasses and the waving leaves in the party land where I once dance in happiness and the effervescence nooks of the rain falling onto cob webs glowing in the daily morning dew of you
you are natty things I want eat you to be you have turned out to be a corrupted memory an faintest of something made up in my head untrue world another life and escape route so that the royalty does not have to be faced and dwelt with any long team is passive;e and the stray can have a happy ending when I life in a monologues technological ever plagioclase world of make believe