Howling the pack in formation appears diamonds and clubs, light misted fog,
the dead waving us back in formation, the pack in formation bowling they bat
as a group and the leader is seen - so early the pack on their backs, the
fighters through misty the waving - the pack in formation far reaching waves
on sight, shone right I lay as if in surround all enmeshing, hovering the
milder I gaze all the animals laying trail beyond the bough winds mild the
reflecting electricity eyes tears, the life that was ours grows sharper and
stronger away and beyond short wheeling - fresh spring gripped with blanched
bones - moaned magnesium, proverbs and sobs. This proves my method works.
Ernie