myopia?

Silently we follow your perfumed path of sound

We men born from the world of things

Do not understand the uses of spoken words

Tasting essence in your petal parts

Seeing virtue in the curves of your leaves

Caressing softly

We understand the magnificent tone of a CS80

Limitation is our friend

Just one little thing that is shinning

We can build from that a celestial petal steel rhythm 

We crouch like cats

Three feet from a crow

Our asses shaking uncontrollable

Already separating feathers from skin

Devouring the screams