Naturally...

Between the sunlights comes the sight without the security Under the stars lies pulchritudinous serpents Lurking in shadows spies the prayers in infants Before the clouds meanders the norm in its iniquity
Intricately is the moonwalk sewn into the feminine progression Fuming glass ceilings confidently govern the gait of strelitzia Delirious toxicity carelessly gives apathetic demeanour Open books and public parts for selected discretion
With naïve keys comes nursery rhymes that aren’t so tall Behind the predicted leaps the known into the bewildering fuddle One by one follow the vessels to be filled with grey water like ruddle Behind doors the exiled voices ballroom dances with the walls
But I see you, mes cheris I see it all, right to the gangrene