If we knew one way out another

To shudder

To sing forth fairy

Outside a disgrace field

Waste field

Forward follow in a

Finance tizzy

Tundra 

Turning

Under

Burning

Business asunder

Out the blunder

Search for one ticket

Away to fail

In fortune a new earth

To this one in jail by

Monument

Suffering

Syndrome out a passion to this

One under the stash of it,

Quick with the Nash of it

Another city on the splits

From the Ritz

As eloquent as a pigeon

Something in remission

Never mind the Winder back to blitz.

Drifting

Which way to the mountain scape,

to folly,

to foundry

I have something about me

about you through me

in the middle tree

finding a wafer

nothing to or through to have it known

nothing spilled outside the rocket-foam

breath known

waiting with welcome

wavering

nothing out for the winter musk

out the structure

this one a tusk

torture

the tandem

through the fandom

if nothing for the bright-eyed bringing.