For the theory of apples
And the melting of scribes
And blitzes in the skyfulness
A tapioca of blessings
Rewilds the fire within
Traipsing on a star
And pathogens in the walls
Like creme raining down on you
The door to the orchard opens
And emblazons your wrists
With storages of the futures
And ventricles in heaven
Like earworm scaffoldings
In the resin of a tear
And porkchop stanzas
That salve the inner rooms
Our umbrage illuminates
And pachinko machinez nirvana
be universal 