darwin in the mead at the linnaean garage 1637

mead of honey power
goddiss endowed, dowry
flower empowered, empress
suffused
bower, on thine bee knees please
sweeter buds tongue
tickled to mind loin showered
taste lick
her liquor pistil shot to glasses
flame inflamamble yet fame
variable as darwin
under barrels of grog mislabeled
pickled in hammocks
rocking fathoms of theories
into buzzing delirium
drained at cosmos close in the linnaean garage,
living carpet of story moss
over the six dimensional phaeton 3200
ever exhausting comet spray
suffice to say
dribbled about scrooge like as life in the universe