Crumble of Opium fold of the petal,
Garden of screens underneath the shadows,
Door of places moves are still,
Orchard dogs run through pole of mill,
High grass swamp boat light cut off,
Bullets in the air raise ahead of thoughts,
Quick guns shoot pillow feathers roots,
Tobacco leaves but ties the coon,
Javelin will the bricks of blessed design jackets,
Cool runnings of disgusted matters.