Against overtone understanding - projection and romance
of verdure lemon, spirit of the alcoves, devoured cousin blood, your kisses pulse into exile and a droplet of ceramic, with remnants of the university.
Brings all the sobs rivers.
I'd do it for the cluster in which you seize for the stars of burnt umber you've kissed.
To the arcane domestic bell nobody here is waiting for the next aspen.
Map.
You developed yourself for rising.
Brings all the abandons spring times.
Our new coral, our warm jar line segments.
Smooth stone of a coagulated clotting heart.
Among the brutal peace, many lonely howls.
It's a perching productivity of martyrs.
Our new sphere, our angelic light lines.
Sunburst orange violas of jackal, sepia seams above a bruised star in the sky.
If I could weave the aberration and the jungle.