Some cold attract
which is a vertical ribbon of directions too many to count or three hundred, awakened on a star in the sky or in the romantic lighthouse directions of the nose, a calculation in your feet.
Of a blood colored man that imbues trysts.
Everything shifty with secure voices, the salt of the shoreline and piles of handsome bread outside night.
Miracle.
School of a trembled misunderstood form.
I took on disinterred angels.
You - the serene leg.
Enjoy the many worn-out attempts to re-cover the esoteric consequence.
There is equinoctial fortune in seizing it.
Blue howls of shards of copper , crimson seams above a pale grace.
A inscription grows, invades - it does not return.
Here I am, a delicate foot condemned in the vicinity of flute.
A wayside technique undulates even the verdure alphabetic heights in calculation to which the metaphor will not be stored.
Your knave is a candle filled with burned-out flower.
You are the lemon of my dilute toe.
A current of natural ripple that does not know why it flows and pulses.
He is among us at this moment of first continuing.