Black Kodak

In addressable night entire,

The street was displaced by a whisping gasp,

Inside her place, the sacrifice held up,

Fait captured in the ghost of mash,

On your own creepy mattress,

What more can I risk,

Is there money to notice,

Or is there ice in a sea blue blitz,

The lions rushing in hunger for dreams,

The elevator doors are sealed by beams,

Both view the body entirely a win,

But the body is tacit and implicit to deeds.