2 past winters wombs frays its light,
Anxious upon decoy to thirst these hot, dry summer nights,
Marching to sustain each wiggly wall of the cave,
Ripping weeds jungles going fruity slip peels of the ape,
Expediting charcoals’ nightfall walk of the laundry,
2 keys 2 doors set 4 aging head less horsemen.