In the murmur shudder fragile constant fold
And will I give in a little? And if I give in a little?
Rid the balance mothers sudden outline cove
In the night, a minute of it
Heavy eyed, considering it
Inner-modal terrifies, suffuses spine
Inner mind, with litter in it
Ill devised, a flitter image
At the nadir arcing treadmill trivialised
Utterance of acrobatics amplified
Second I, give in a little
Yeah did I, give in a little?
