My Verse Astonished

healthy in the mind the lord of the yellow ooh, sounds like a fertile escapade what do you think people? towards a distant speck the speck gradually resolves, revolves because its metaphorically, non-metaphysically perilous isn't that right exploitatons fruiteered Tesalf the Dark One i'll cosmicly wallop you all eater of sheep horns on the beach i'll have life-giver the flies on the moon no want of conscous hold it that i call my verse astonished give me aid as your my master now damn i vow i can not boast my silence sins will die leaches of the sea mammoth among the spirits awaken