Thin Sleep Poem by Ander Greigon

What wind hathe rushes by
Hathe feet beneath my sigh,
When colors start to fade
I dull a rose of wait

Kinse and a lullaby
Be fought by you and I
Rush subtles and rough close;
So cute and cuffle toast

Amend and true to play
Beset and hold my way
Sham flang and shutter sing,
But laugh to all the ring

Since not a roll and quiz
By balls and sonnet freeze
Cold deputy and drain;
What sunsets deal to grain

A meet of luckless cheap
Song a duty leap
Fang to thy wokest reef,
But sanity sought sniff.