I bark like a grey hound orange 

Sometime in near evident future 

I feret in a fuming climate crimson 

Sometime in an clumsy chronotrope 

I crawl like a felonious serpent 

Sometime in an oak wood red

I slope like a high mountain zho ash 

Sometime in a spinning war chest

I howl like a giant lizard brown

Upside, inverted coma, poetically unconscious 

Walls withering, wearing shady lines

Shadows of countless many beings 

Walls, shivering, silky silly wormholes

Zig zag memories of an eventful voyage

This life is living on the vestiges of a prophecy 

Truthful to the trumpets, I live a tropical fire