Wilfully lists Listen 

to their own blistery 

Unsurprisingly climb

Roads loan their leanings 

keenly and see steady 

ringing singing sitting 

gifted writ a fit of buckled tricks 

stocky and blocks 

and rough and tough bunches 

of fluffy fun runners lining up 

to light the ringing windows 

blighted writing 

Fighting but not 

with fisticuff or muffled guff 

of a pistoliran unbuff stuff 

only the real flight of decadent 

thinking blinking their buildings 

bently and gently and comb 

the long stalks of rye to stand up high

And then you'll say your sighing 

And then you'll lie and think of no better feeling

And the world around will yield 

To your command

That it remain unchanged

To comfort you thus 

And have no doubt that the fount 

of real willful lists kiss and to climb back down

Can always remain sound

Be assured you were not lured

To a fate of no escape

Only a semblance of a place where you

Can remain and yet

Go away