To be or not to be…
Elixirs of the’ Fountained of Youtheritus.
Nay ye to unsheathe ye sworded sling lit arrows.
To be for not to me…
To shine not unshrouded shadowed shrine.
Embankments circumventing blindness of the most hastened heart…
Eucalyptus smelling salts assaults thy assassinating brethren hath part.
Beseech thee, ye altered stated path of mind…
Collage to thee, unalterable Win-net, Winnie wined.
Claustrophobic bibliography red…
Dead Seas scrolling re birthed as dead.
Hence forth ye, be dead no more…
Snore a score to snore
no more down in the mystified Moore.
