the needed gardens			                    a protean nightmare
theirs was a patient and luscious thorax
	   [our mission]			               Android rabbits, robbing the armlights
			                   for the plenary syntax
		              Each time is not a counting. Bird names are a salve
	unto the objects			                              centrifugal, the blue doily
all air is pigeon air					                             for the blue lighter you’d have me throw away
	to be force-eater	                to be an architect of horses, 
				                       [beauty is no airplane]
		    we were wrong to corrupt the special forces