I want to make a word-dependent fortress,
Where I could grow like world-defended pine,
So you, seeing us in mind created portraits,
Couldn’t distinguish mind wish and vice of mine:
I’m bad for you, look like wet murky autumn,
It show for us wind-circling old tree arms
Where circle is 3 angle timing bottom,
Excess fourth angle –is sky blue prickle farm.
Prickles grow to create one missing fortress loophole –
Нere I see you like helpless bird at hill:
I pierce minds balls, make more extent, not little,
So eat art lines in cones like… useful pill.
