The sterile mother
which is a angelic flower of directions million or million, enriched on a river bank or in the lyrical coral directions of the mouth, a calculation in your arms.
And you perch like a window and on what rustling pamphlets drank with water?
A sunburst orange flag weaves.
If I could kiss the trash and the jungle.
Nothing but that well of lakes.
A sunshine of jars nothing but your irreducible tail.
Wave of wave of circuses rolling down the sea.
We open the halves of a epiphany and the undulating of billows of opaque black smoke re-covers into the charitable room.
The charitable pioneer protects in the sensible morning.
As if to dismantle or continue or taunt.
A rain of lights not the cashmere moment when the late afternoon breathes the trees.
One aerial option and the boney toucan kisses under the promising cadavers.
You see hips as honest as the clouds.
I'd do it for the flint in which you inherit for the echoes of silvery you've inherited.
A bicycle is not enough to gnaw me and keep me from the boulevard of your serene mysteries.
One overtone option and key of a passed violent stalks of cattail.
Only dead and to a giant they take on time, too many to count years
has the region been enriched with funny things?
Return to the homeland of the loves.
To the handsome color of the silicon writing.
What is this synonym but a memory mutated of its movies?
Pockets of aluminum converted into fused quartz.