Paroles de Golden Grin

All sixes & sevens but faithfully catalogued A yawn from the kerosene mouth of antiquity Clepsydra's overgrown, steamsoaked with anchor fog Tempers & harrowing drought plead iniquity The crux of the outage oh small thoughts seize territory Sparring with icons in mind on their christening Flux in the daily ballet aids contingency Split canvas ripples in cyclical glistening A wrung-tape sieve seeks the ore A slow shape sewn in the shore Limbs of benevolence writhing in purity Harmony burned its own fuse bare to recollect Hemlines & asthma & tithing security Rasping with charon, resenting the architect