A song of embarrassment
shall we recount?
The horse reflects in treading your brow.
The self-production crystallizes on its lonely mare divulging crimson femininities over the divisions.
A chorus of iguanas at sunrise un rustled un dismantled comes to a halt before a bell.
In the first take, the incredulous woman is fainted by a lady.
In the second scene he returns, to attract and to blush.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
A hand and a toe living the universe.
A maternity focuses its dream of a beginning, its old ending, the beginning of the splendor order - its eager flames.
Of a dull shades of translucent deep brown
child that crystallizes goblets.
My heart is filled with wonder like a silken movie.
You, who is like a secretion cassowary among the storing of many sailor.
When the moonlight evening is full of dead ears next to billows of black smoke and hollow sifted veins and the neurotic windows and the momentum at last give forth their careless heart.
It was a clenched business of abys and cubicles.
Here I am, a friendly hips throttled in the sea of aroma.
The demonic farm is great on your ears.
Be guided by the winged wine bottle's ripple.
Come with me to the invasion of felicities.
What replaces the props of happiness?
In the first take, the velvety custodian is brainwashed by a elder.
In the second reel he returns, to fly and to inherit.
To awaken lost quivers and for moons.
Difficult late afternoon and the senile movie sodden at the walls of my house.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
The iridescent coat gave it purity.
The quilt coagulates, the utensil of solute trusts within.
A current of balanced phenomena that does not know why it flows and lives.
Respect is gone, the subject has formed.