Shiftless

Snappy electrifying sky,

It is within the detective human.

Where I hid the word

rhythmic, I will

a poem by dancing to it

man with the miraculous.

Seven days sailing time

there and here.

Time is sometimes the enemy,

then again our friend.

These same emotions

here confuse.

I always write in the morning

how many times

the same words today circulator?

A living, it is a narrow strait of bread.

Life will never be the dancing

serious black angels.

My garden grows in a row witch

escaped from the garden of apple trees.

Sloth encircle the human

itself bound by the stick, rope

laziness to a short tether.