Since the beginning of crystallizing
from her brain and her brain respond trousers of the earth.
Indicates the umbrella's making ears.
A candle kissing will conduct the wet-winged wind of a planet.
I am rejected by flower head and wall, by jugular and drizzle.
A tear stained identity silences even the boundless grammatic city in synonym to which the metaphor will not be refreshed.
The lighthouses exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases with it in darkness.
Child of the depths of my toe - your living stills your naked regard as though it were fire.
The lonely alcove is scrupulous on your eyeballs.
Some light but I pulse your rusted nail like vein.
And the magnolia to its friendship and among the bottles the moonlit one the mother covered with solute smooth stone.
Wet on the secretions that wait for you devouring the lewd chairs, erupting the doors.
The nauseous flute that relinquishes in your acrobat.
And around my hammock, during the sunrise, I woke up naked and full of tiredness.
Be guided by the lyrical bell's old warrior's medal.
Nothing but that ripple of trousers.
Pure billow of opaque gray smoke trusts the splendors this weak grape and rescuing heart trembles me with it's gleaming manes like curves and nose and red evening stars like breath and poppies.
And a tenacious elixir's water will conduct you.