Bite Off More Than You Can Chew

Back to the night, and pleading,
i am reactive time, I went with him rotting,
tears spring,
eaten in peace and sibling.

Of birds killed sailing,
feel before understanding,
feeds the murmur of spring,
mandrake screaming into the morning.

Of which I know nothing,
rarely occurring,
eighty nothing,
take your cross singing and not sighing.

Handwashing,
a dead crowned his only nothing,
naked and betrayed suffering,
you are not traveling by travel, but for traveling.

Often they interrupted by others who are doing,
under your feet a hawk wing,
caught in the maddening burning sun leaving,
a dead just crowned her nothing.

Neither by the bed of a skull dazzling,
changes in thinking,
happiness is fleeting,
evenings when the sea almost touching

To take on a task that is way to big