He harvested lines in the cloud <br />When the wind broke aloud. <br />The map fishing for headwaters <br />in Bryce Canyon secret oil cried. <br />In the mountain chased by snows. <br />In the niche of a dandelion. <br />Red-eyed vireo, white-eyed pack. <br />Trained thriller packing floating bog-park. <br />Black-eyed vireo, logging tundra chips. <br />Out of coral reefs, my Unicorn dresses the wind. <br />Weather-wealth. <br /> wealth wax with sult- laden vine <br />filtered by pure trite terrace. <br />Hazelnut for vintner tablets i know. <br />I know serene sensitization and <br />white hair of Vintner glass gold. <br />But my mien for sacrifice and wig for <br />my white through me, smirk water heads.<br /><br />Ebi Robert<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-unicorn-3/
