Utensils of glutton sounds
Stimulates pride at the word Lemon
Pronounced stimulates saliva
It’s the matter of taste
The soul tastes eternity
Love ozone and vine
Pressed by a cosmic press
To drunk the lovers in love and
Walk in the porcelain valley
Feet encroaches the icy soil
And thrilled goose-bombs
On the skin

Head hairs rose to salute
Stormy flashes in the sky
To extinguish the fire of
Plexus Solaris
And repaint all Chakras
For eternity and a day more