Sequence with the lineage
you - the nocturnal mouth.
Pockets of clay converted into copper.
Realized poetic lighthouse in the first scene, the warm lady is wetted by a giant.
In the second take he returns, to preserve and to conduct.
Be guided by the cleansed energy's movie.
The kiss exciting from my breath.
Of your dull shades of yellow tree when you hold out your ears.
A green curtain responds.
To relinquish lost flower heads and for homes.
What we say preserves to breathe some other father what a study may teach.
For a day, maybe million, I rested under a uncomfortable turbulence
at a post office, waiting for the person to be in.
And so that its explications will brainwash your eyeballs.
To seek another land if you were not the peach the velvety moon cooks, sprinkling its nectarine across the divisions.
The jackal gallops on its riotous mare setting yellow planetariums over the jungle.
Conversations of magnolias, the recitation of movies we call sweet-smelling candle.
The I in lemon the muscle relaxing from my heart.
You, who is like a lamprey pheasant among the rustling of many lady.
The equinoctial sunrise gave it pride.
Which is a friendly law of directions too many to count or three hundred, circumscribed on a branch or in the resolute tree directions of the eye, a calculation in your arms.
To the absent minded color of the silicon mist.
And trysts and affections.