memry of sea is sea,
else I shan’t see what’s to see
globes birl and bounce
for round my mentalese
to plotty farber blendey
most certainly blind I be
for in my bijou wardrobe
its borderlines won’t go
what awes from modest
seeds, my son, do I detract?
what panoply of garments
to naught do I append?
Amazing poem
Thanks!