One Buckle's Emergency [Full Poem] [Temp. 0.898]

 One Buckle's Emergency (Suggest After Nath Will Sheros)
  Be Winter, Jesus next we , Mickey
  dodacini a reed of a nose,
  quiet with rock and letter,
  in the fields huds up and unappeared again,
  in the window bathrobe
  as we came: or have descended to friend
  with mine: only the Corrupt streams in the rife
  like perfect body and athlete traveled
  as the dague, a war troop, contemplating
  places slave to a wrecking screen,
  and the thirty-one will be like a life come back
  and began nearing from a sign, cigarette at 2 a.m.
  salt in the house on the bathroom with me
  they were distorted for my slight
  make it even things
  like this.
  we can dance up the party across the air
  and am not still light.