SkyScrapers

SkyScrapers

For
what does it prophet the eye to gain Manhattan Sky to have the Whole
World in pocketed lie. To have no Immortal soul, to have no love.
First and Foremost there is Jesus Serene sitting in the Midst of mee
urging me to overcome then there is the Jagged Purple Piece of mee;
the love, nothing to be repented of for everything in marriage is
allowed. She who helps mee, the ewe, the lambea, the love. We have
not been King and Qyeen but Merman and Mermaid. Eye will not spoil
her day by death by fear of drowning, for everyday eye live, no
regret, for in finding love, mye heart is quiet. Let others press
into the elevators punching numbers reaching into the thousands. At
night, eye dream that ewe aer there in other arms alive inside a cave
of depths in love; just holding on each others eye in drowning
swooning lust her in command of this mye heart. A merman in the scaly
foam dead to all the worlds’ skylines. A mermaid with her scaly
tale holding on to hands of love and kissing them perhaps eye had to
now Beware the LORD again; for in finding love eye have indeed now
found mye whole world come. Foam cold whirly water moving kelpweed
twirrling round about mye head and trailing lengthes into the inky
blacknesses of mye mermaid tresses for in her hair no longer brown
and white but jetted black to match her tale so like a whale split
upon the end in twain was once entangled in a net not fashioned now
by there her man. In finding mee and keeping eye she has her world in
love, inside the mermaids cavern below the city skyscrapers.