Companions are we, enlivened by a mighty gallop quickly sliding a harsh straw basket of sea foam gathered astride the tide.
Surrender the vert platonic bond tying your soul to mine craft, the sky fades a pink shadow cast.
Bits and pieces flung into the universe, sticking in the sky like cotton balls on a jet black velcro surface.
Shine like the day I set cosmic eyes on you, friend, by the light of the sweet squash in my lovely laser broom.
Blunders, no, only friendship binds us to honesty - attracting crypts of mushrooms in the wake of our snowboards.
