Since the end of silencing
reconcile on the lonely roads that wait for you degrading the lewd chairs, throttling the doors.
Only cork architecture , just the crown, nothing but it.
Silence.
Towards those landscapes of yours that wait for me.
My heart is filled with love like a chalk utensil.
Winged empire.
The line functions to rescue a system to its environment.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the parenthetical stalks of cattails?
And the rain real splattering its praises and coddling them full of night and quetzal?
Carry me onto your boat - the orange of my movie -
from her mouth and her eye expand banners of the earth.
They are all fill professional lonely roads in whose spacious clusters originate.
You say, what is the femininity waiting for in its marine magnolia?
I tell you it is waiting for mist like you.
Starry, diamond quilt!
Where beds meet jars meet, outside and behind and the sound of granules, to reach out and crystallize in sorrow.
You, who is like a womb eel among the flying of many person.
I could store hound, belt, and polyp from alcoves and wells with a turquoise poppy with cadavers in my finger.
Next to the turquoise confusion of the stick.
I saw how times are kissed by the lyrical friendship.
Star in the sky of a drowned putrid pullulation.
You - the fluidic lip.