45*21

the castles are holding ground
there are multiple face changes
scattered amalgamation of weirdness
ok, I like this BBQ but who am I?
these float circumferences
the lack of hemisphere
Jobs are on the rise
if the jack boot is your prize
Your fancy floral dress made my teeth hurt
Bev, smug, the hallway grows
there is only the immediate
then we are lost in jaws
Why all the circumferences?
The art always makes sense
as the Italian Prog might hold an interest
polar opposites and great divides
the same things, they break eggs
the terrace is high
the guitar solos break on isolated waves
the man with crotchless panties
in the deep dark midnight of cemetery time