the night and the day

Wisps of black, rack and sacks lacquer lamps shining upon wicker stamps and lick her laps.
Running under hill and dale, turning over milk frothing bail, spilling white of tail wiped whale, singing high of forgotten child's tail.
For the murderers how have post bail, for the ones how's wall a sail for ships of glint guilder and Gail.
Tether and flail house wife and hail snow flake and breast mail tatter of nail.
Wipe of ladle incrusted with snail form a base of stew for sale.
Upon the walk how's cobbles are pail and soot doth stale come winter with spirits which scream and whale past electric wire and hobos campfire how's sparks with filigree larks with wings of shale.