#upond

bigger as its own rose

and floor as its own diamond

and scatter as the circle

and mood

as its own formation

and dance

as its own acclaim

and said

as the level

as its own move

and turning

as its own sense

and reclusive

as its own element

and time

as the composed

and held

as its own seconds

and normal

and conquer

as its own edge

as the better before

if only a love affair

was the cure of the mental war

and yet where is the words

and whom was the last time

everything was left for chance

and cause in the strange

and whom of the known

was ever seen

as the paper

and dealt as its own

fully as the story

as the other being

and held as it was the

long afar

and when it is in

reality