Ahead New Moon, Raising Falsehoods

Her face is a velum of smiles that thrums across open water and glistens as a moon beguiles charming snake's the world over. And had he not kneaded-straw with clay to see it build a house of the flesh, a jackdaw. Her groanings might not have trilled. Because time doesn't summon- all toward that conclusion at the end: Quickly enough, all are crestfallen. Predawn, that sun's godsend. In puzzlement, I'll set-this-one-free a sloth into own brushwood- loins to climb that devil tree. Ahead new moon, raising falsehoods.