Momentize

Moniter momenum, as it sways two your breath,
Leaving old traces of newness undressed,
crossing your old relms for anceint anews,
looking twords heaven your life prances you,
t'was me, or she, who wonder of the ski,
alas it matters not as the eye sees the eye.

spacious, gracious, let not a word fail, for the rumpus has compass t'word aftermath trail.

Peace be with ye, all ye black sheep, in a wild-o-world how can we all sleep.


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