Scorch my dreams
in streams of screams,
fields of needs
or dreams of deeds.

I see at least
the fiest I reach,
the priest I greet;
defeats I tweet;

the peak I tweak -
its glitch and breach,
a leeches preach
- at piontless reach.

The due to you
is what I do,
for you I do
a due to you.

I'll queue you too,
just do me due,
I'll do to you
what you would do.

I knew I threw
the you I knew,
due to things
you want me to.