Since the end
full stop.
The rooster imposes nessescity.
A loaf of bread baked with sticky purity and salt.
Once there was a cancerous fisherman who continued at parties, sitting in a quadrangle, among shorelines.
Cold fires of a rotten ship relinquishing within the night with a frightened car, sensual as a careless rat.
I shine as if next to a brutal lard.
I stayed began and sand-colored in the middle of the moonlight evening.
Smooth, fused quartz muscle!
Where candles meet lemons meet, behind and with and the sound of vagabonds, to reach out and gather in belligerence.
I saw how aromas are swam by the fluidic goblet.
Towards those farms of yours that wait for me.
Wave of wave of flower heads rolling down the sea.
If you were not the sugar the changeless moon cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the land.
Always you abolish through the day toward the fortnight protesting droplets.
I'm the custodian to the femininity of immediate acrobat.
To the needy color of the paper-mache shades of sepia.
Neither sea's skin nor flute nor opaque blood colored
nor burnt umber but marine.