Tragic Air

The intrinsic myth that has been around Is not there for diversion We round up the wily spook But nothing on the table relies on physics Tragic air Shield me from the intake Have I still not improved? Deviltry, is it you? A glottal stop sent to the outside world Now it leaps over from host to host Draws a face onto a face It faces a straw out of the mace The ever screaming lady is pushing her cart Tragic air Elevate the impact The answer is no To providential pallidness Where is that blue shine To shed some myth about? Divorced from this zone Flare out and recommence