Stiff Sketching

I'll sing the songs of Gods for once, lost in all this London Fog stuck between the sheets and higher beats- what elated vibrations in the ear of the hater. Play the paralleled bells that still ring in beached shells, they quell the way rebels yell and sing, play for them so they excel. You fool, play for two just me and you, something long overdue while your fingers chance, cross my taboo. View the ants dance in my eyes I'll surprise you, they look to the guidance of men, so unwise. And as trees grow high to perpetual fire, I climb with leaves and dreams and epic schemes left to fall straight into mire.