We train those bends to sing those cries,
those strains of sound native madness,
those saturated fountains,
those densely shrouded curtains,
hills slid west in this azure autumn age,
the trees shuddered, and ran this course shifting through our last parade,
watch wildly those shock rendered,
pop-trended,
raisin branded,
slick-slanted,
savor flavor jive.
