I am visible
Red sluice me
My navel twists with lines
Drafted for fisted castles

Governing stars to hunger and strike
Sharecropping air so mill they hook
Feting clouds to pen with surprise

Unafraid you see
My mouth leashes your scandalous appetence
Maundering placidly in old Gods assemblies
Breathing their sun blooding tonnage

Indefatigable you see
I am the twelve buttoned being for your petticoat bouts
Silvering your sentries with the laughing demand
Illustriously possessing baronial existence surmounting the golden resolve