No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven beasts, well-known ideas
posing as butterballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan-that was Donwell’s docent,
and his doluĝan was a thought because you don’t
read the yellowbook out loud, unless you’re some Regency
tool waiting for a taxi cab
to take you from line seven to eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven beasts, well-known ideas
posing as butterballs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan-that was Donwell’s docent,
and his doluĝan was a thought because you don’t
read the yellowbook out loud, unless you’re some Regency
tool waiting for a taxi cab
to take you from line seven to eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as rotten eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s dill,
and his doluĝan was a green thought because you don’t
read “The Garden” out loud, unless you’re some Restoration
tool waiting for a Nissan Leaf
to take you from pine seven to eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as robin eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s patina,
and his doluĝan was Poi Kalan’s dome because you don’t
read Alpamish silently, unless you’re some Soviet
tool digging a copper mine
to take you from rank seven to eight.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as robin eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s Malbec,
and his doluĝan was an imperial robe because you don’t
weave “Syringa” silently, unless you’re some Bloomian
fool sniffing a purple passage
to take you from shallot to plum.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as robin eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s Malbec,
and his doluĝan was an ocean because you don’t
watch Le Bleu du ciel silently, unless you’re some Gassian
mope waiting for a 까치
to take you from hydrangea to sapphire.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as robin eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s Malbec,
and his doluĝan was an ocean because you don’t
view Trois couleurs: Rouge silently, unless you’re some Žižekian
corner-cutter waiting for a cardinal
to take you from poppy to blood.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as robin eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s Malbec,
and his doluĝan was an ocean because you don’t
view Trois couleurs: Rouge silently, unless you’re some Žižekian
corner-cutter waiting for a kingfisher
to take you from jade vine to ocean.
No thoughts but in thoughts
The yellow forest was a domestic daydream
despite the seven photosynthetic beasts, well-known ideas
posing as robin eggs. Darcy didn’t
dream about doluĝan - that was Donwell’s Malbec,
and his doluĝan was an ocean because you don’t
view Trois couleurs: Rouge silently, unless you’re some Žižekian
corner-cutter waiting for a kingfisher
to take you from rubber tree to torn basil.