Sir Prize

I see the flight of your awe
And the fleece of your eye.
I'm riding the escalator
For the round side of you.

With the box of flash,
I made you sigh
Capisci, dolce vita.

I count your breath.

I see the why in the mouth
Of a ray in the sky.
Tossing me out with the cup
Of the old swither, oooo!

With the box of flash,
I made you sigh
A time is up, Marina.

It's a mascarade,
The mouse-scapade,
And a ruby in your twist.

My array, Shaking hands with a cat in a mirror.
My array, waking up with the blast of a cold,
My array, my array, l count your breath.