I turn against myself for reasons of expediency.
So now when I glance the deer will certainly flee.
The swans will bury their necks in the depths,
emblazing their arse for my respectability.

Now the birds will chatter and sing
The peacock retracts its feathwered fan.
To them I not know my way
They prefer to stay away.

On concrete its comfortable to play ,
where carrion flower and display.
Fleshy sanctuary ,wild ego hide away a warrior tidily.
For trapped worth;lost with confusions purge.

So send this slip of news to whom it may concern.
Take the wandering mystery for a term.
Restoring confidence in natures wealth.
Waking my inheritance spiked with love.