Byte Poet
am
tree
delirious
ing
ing
still
ly
in
lake
language
true
a
is
y
street
world
today
is
anything
father
egg
with
bare
but
fear
woman
sunlight
you
spray
will
sunny
&
stream
storm
surface
to
depth
lay
as
snap
like
key
as
languid
mad
and
fathom
TV
weed
lemon
wax