Swan Of Brightest Light Poem by Pierre Rausch

No tongue involved, no envelope
No low-pitched sound, no break
With the brunch girl, With the French girl
To a drop register, kind of Halle Berry Sister
To a lob minister, kind of Pally-Hally Mister
Swan of brightest, Swan of Brightest, swan of brightest,
Swan of most brightest light
Ohh, you've got a lot
Nothen charged, no clank
It wasn’t flipped, it was no drone
Throughout the night
You were'nt through
Swan of brightest, Swan of Brightest, swan of brightest,
Swan of most brightest light
Ohh, you've got a lot
And the ways flow in branched throbs
On savage sand