Waltz Bad Nymph For Quick Jigs Vex

Why do you cry to me when you can smell the sweetest thing, any time you want? We, as men, smell bad, but not as babies and then little hellions of possibility, before the cave-in and twisting dive into sour cream with a bad date. Did you ever sit, watching the birds pass back and forth? Do you ever watch the flocks inside your minds eye, or somewhere in thereabouts? I see it for what is it ... I see it for
what it is, for a given value of seeing, for a given value of real.