Mints of mind, they are everywhere
To extract the afterlife of metadata
To extinct the ashes of mirages
To exonerate the asphalt allegories
To extinguish the amino acids
To exorcise the alpine valleys
To yellow the white whiskers
To white the yellow letters
Myths of mind, they are roaring around
It is just a facade of a fizzog
It is a rebellion of a ravine
It is the caucus of a cascading conjugate
Mirths of mind, they are auguring aloud
Voices that veneer the vices
Visions that validate the venoms
Vagaries that vindicate the vo
Maze of mind, they are wandering wild
Mosaic of mind, they are etching around
Musings of mind, they pip prisms
Moorings of mind, they swarm silks
May be, mistake be, mind is a wind
Mind is a blind find of a hound
Mind is a wild bird of a wizard
Masters and Masters, my ordeal makers
Mind your mirrors, must I remind you
Error of the earnest, erudition of the endless
It will never sublime and submit
Dense forests are waiting to woo us
Daunting fissures are waving at us
Minds will mint for the echoes
Mints will coil for the carnage
Myths will. confide with lies
Mirrors will error for lovers
Winds, wild wicked fields
The sow has begun
The reap will be a heap
A map of minting minds
All the coils will coin the end
The end of a hysteric harvest
