The Alley's Scent

As of today and forever!
(rushed stones)
All future being swallowed and at each others' sunrise.

"You' d be surprised if salt was to be traded for this." I thought.
As a stain fell, you quickly removed it.

Butter fell all over this Caesar, not to my surprise, but the burdens together (kindly) are at intercourse,
to bind up ascending with Reaching Hands,
crying "to burn the midnight oil."

"Today" as a word you manage to twist, as a revolutionary.
Your inventions are at ease, the lesser of your qualities.
And there I stood wondering what color you were supposed to be today.