Memories of wail
* He had instructed a sleep to be sweet
* (to) water dry my brain
* (to) fresh with its squash.
(To) take balmy dreem in, caress with lips,
(to) blow with the flog of pinions in the midlle of fills,
(to) leave to whirl in swan's prints.
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaErik J. Groch