Day 1: A drift - a physical angel

I drift, yet ease, what is given sieved a chuckle rid blind kind, the hands an angel the gift his hands turned blind, the veins explored to wars so old, to upheld battles his hands gifted warned turned gifted sold. So, angel, where sight flown ease, your wings are not named, but your sight, is gifted tease, show me some mercy on proof of obscene drifts beat, I require an angel physical movements hands, continous, my life in favour my eyes a new cadence beat. Drift… the eyes cemented now uplift… The working is like night, like sight, lit tight. I will shelter all beings in coveted tease greet, the working is all night, to cement wars drift knees ease, I can shelter none, to the torment I will please, and the eyes my light to a pedestal drift sight, I can tilt the war, if you allow me, my gift, hid night, and I will throw you in mercy, to all entries sown knit blight? Do it, I will prepare a working, in solitude rest, a bowl with water, and the light to tease, and a shoulder in darkness with gifted eyes working bleeding knees. How long the working in sight to last, to cement a corridor insecure to last? I can work the eyes to obsence drift lift, they will not see you, till the eyes drift seam, and heaven’s gifts, to cry lift beam. You must shelter the night, with a lift sown greet, not a bowl of water showering light hid steam. My sight is yours lasting knit lack, but knitted a rememberance, you can flicker sow greet, and I can knit so many visions, to a rememberance par sift, to sow one entrance, in lasting contentions lit night, and show you a being, hid as black as night, moving away, thru the shadows door sight, and using the gift, the a well obsene, I can darken the eyes, to a being hid beam, and seam the eyes, to a dark well knit, all doorways dead, to this being, one hit. Do it, do you wish a full access seam knit blind, the pedestal forewarned bloodied signed greet, the angel mercy clinging obey cane, to slice all entries, his help two feet? Come, the working is drifted kind seam, your hands will echo the light me eyes burrowed seam, and drifted upon this night of ware, I will share all entries in downbeat stare, and bloody the night to a lit feast glean, sharpening the nectar to a toe light glean. Then show me the pedestal cadance bright, my own forewarned or willing bright sight seam? Use my eyes, reset so seam, seam so reset, then seam hit beam. I can show you the sight, just relax the eyes sleep night, and I will open a pedestal and wipe the slight, and seal, a cadence so old with cane, to shadow his footing, lightning toe seam, till his vessel inherits a glow knit light, his feet, the echoes I will glow with delight, and sow your woe, with knitted seam, a working in heaven, to earth, a doorway bright beam. Open your eyes angel with drift, the eyes are cemented, to tolerance’s sift, yet bloodied ventures, emotions strong, my eyes, I will blind, to a bright new song, yet old as night, my eyes lit seam, I will borrow angels worth, to an obstacle glean, and fold and fold, a war lit night, burning all hindrances, to my eyes, with slight, till on the shelter, the war old grip, his footing the echoes, is all my soul hid slip, and lightning cane, and grip so old, I will butcher the corridor, to an entry one eye gleaned escape lit night, the slaughtered back entry, shouldering kite, and lit the eyes to a pedestal upwards drift, a war, I have on your eyes kite sift.