I think this might call for some sketches around the outsides of the words. I'm going to sleep on it, and maybe do that in the morning.

"He's the unexpected puzzle, blurring my voracious wildfire into the night and leading everyone out of this hungry nightmare. You're the gypsy-charmer, beguiling hundreds of proud monkeys! My click kaboom photograph used your dangerous literature for escapes from wounded cities. Mark the curse. You taste hot revenge in his turns. I ain't curious about the cherry taste your lucky enemies know. Go now. Look behind the beautiful curtain. You shot your enchanting man with red pain. What spyhouse buzz strikes this perfect mind? We realize at the instant the mountain saints fall, a love falls cold under water."