I like squishy things
Like blood or dreams

The psyche of wings
Like tearing at seams

A light fluffy sting
Like from many bees

Any might even think
Like dead zombies

Why like anything

Love like clever kings
Like worms that seep

All sight that pings
Like eyes gouged deep

I like everything
Like sandpaper dreams

END

Penned by my hand on the 5th of Daedalan, in the year 653 AF.