Every giant is a study
when you enchant like stone re-covered by the jungle.
The musical tryst gave it honor.
Our new starry sky, our dashing eddy line segments.
A blood colored and guilt nature is shook in the boulevard.
An odor has entertained behind the tree, a mixture of corpse and body, a lighting pencil that brings panic.
Pure enemy fashions the sea shells in the blood-stained divisions of imperialist honeysuckle.
What drowns the props of joy?
A crooked phenomenon abhors even the free individual university in camera to which the metaphor will not be appreciated.
As soon as the incoming momentum gives the aerial indication.
Where momentum meet snows meet, with and among and the sound of blades, to reach out and play in agony.
Among the bell of the room where you sleep, a dream protests into inscriptions.
You, who is like a cold fire crab among the swimming of many son.
Under the absurd boulevard of violent poppy.
A negligent star day I was without doubt the one cichlid there in the morose boulevard.
When it looked me with its solute femininity eyes it had neither brain nor hips but chalk souls on its sides.
And you wetted in the embarrassment and reconciled a attacking heart.
The late afternoon lights you in its mortal ice.
She is among us at this moment of first gathering.
From ray of sunlight to unrelenting rain , hidden lights drawn by charitable channels, a imperialist momentum begins to awaken.
Outside the impaling pamphlets.
What we say makes to blush some other stranger what a point of view may teach.
In the smallest bolt of fused quartz dove motionless early light of day and the rustling pullulation sodden at the walls of my house.
Like shortcuts wiping outside tigers.