Easy Slowly Sonnet

Some pants
come just before cute.
Trust is resistant
just like I trusted
trust but each crowd is not where one finds starlings!
Earth opts out.
That's where I live for now.
And I part with those who garden people.
I do like.
The starlings. The fractals. The poets.
What about the you making you?
Oh, that's okay. We already bisect.

This even while of schoolchildren
I like: your cool palm against my forehead.