The Garden of Weedin

The screwtape fetters
tied you to good and 
you. A caper, salty,
ready to pickle the
lox. Locked down
notions frazzle the
ocean, making sin
gular the plurality
of components of
components of info
of spinglorious names,
shames all. Got your
ghost. Now this most
elegant of infinities
can green at the 
edges and in
changing so 
promise a 
future fall
from leaf.