Sundering a moment of lost abs

A calico chorus courses— Through the watchtowers of My mind and over the Wild-run veridian fields Everytime her eyes peel The backs of mine Calling fourth the more Warmly regarded parts of This tired & blistered blue— Scared & shed burnt red soul It burns like corn mash clear But doesn’t mix quite so Well with cheap cherry-drink Rich with sugar like Little Debbie & diabetes