The key ring

Help me,

That the ring cuts those tangled yarn like the diamond sword.

Embrace me,

dulcify the lemon slice on my lips

before I bite the sweet hat of the madman mushroom,

let the sparrow blowout through the shackles like through dark hedge

and spin the leaves into a thousand green butterflies.

Let's bathe naked, shameless, in the milk of iridescent clouds.