RMC

Carry me carry me please
as the stars above shine gleam…
I know what it seems,
these days I relax on my green.

The pain sane is my brain.
Carry me sweetly trees I seize aim
do the birds of a feather same;
keep a heap of love attain.

Jump with a joy a voice a choice,
that all things that I try I voice;
from my arms on my coast
love I weather I weather I rejoice.

Sin sin in me and get lost
in translation innovation cost
me nothing at all but I’m lost,
the words absurd turn to frost.