Some cotton in my brain, I chase flicker of misery, Wired with nylon and rocks, I prey for a jinx stain. Still the flicker is remote, Mist of breeze skinless, My constrain vocal, Of a dark veiled anecdote. I caught the flicker in the eye, Of an inside dog And for a flick I read the story That is blooming every May. It's the cotton in the brain, That hits my eye a lot, I will be integrating with nylon and rocks, Just to dream and sustain. Into anther I will turn, For a spring or a two, Skin thirst I will dive Above and under the adjourn. For now only I am float, Of a death and life boat, To the walnuts I obey And to the deepest mote.