with a like harbor can if the of bumped watch the snow
Reversing the fields of time can prove that a giant was once a tiny sperm
And maybe then become how you must be (the gods hath chosen, and
they hath chosen me) The tiny mouse can make the elephant squirm And
even so, who would notice? the truth beyond, we all must yearn for
little spots, that itch
like elvis in frozen suede shoes