Nascar of Madagascar

If only the mirages were real
If only the stones were bread
If only that muscle was a flower
If only they would not stray so far away.

If only these ice could pierce the walls
If only these shoulders soldiered mean guns
If only the bright were nights
If only the fans had flight.

If only step toes to stride
Like the tendons of Strider.

If only the red were white
If only Britons would smite
If only glorious roles pool poles
If only the river ran yours to the wager.

If only alive would forever
If only the flies of silk would
Not silly to the cruel of the ceiling
And sweeten the porridge and the hole.

If only the noise would shy
If only the swan would attire
If only the scarlets of crimson
That diminish the sigh intended

If only spiders would swear.

If only the sun would swing
If only, If only...


If only parables were one
If only caramel to the pyramids of Christ
If only the vinegar of sour
Too comparison and float a killer.

If only the brethren of blood
If only they would listen to the rot
If only the sours of symphony would come
Accompany a pillory,

If only garrisons of sugar too tasty
To the buds of the blind
If only the words were thine to hammer
If only the pinnacles of power.

If only you could cry snows inside
If only your world could be healed by them words,

If only, If only...