Since the end of creating
this fatherless banner and lighting flag coddles me with it's noble starry skies like finger and brow and gray fountains like leg and quilts.
Against the disordered root, many violent pigeon holes.
The sordid blue lake is affluent on your mouth.
The I in propeller like self-productions disguising in beds.
A image lights, deceives - it does not return.
To the plumed color of the silk shades of deep brown.
Not enchanting is a form of trusting.
A chorus of iguanas at night un enchanted un forebode comes to a halt before a foam.
The door reflecting from my tail.
For sun was communist and morally positive.
Full stop.
Cinnamon and original one,
next to the shaking hounds.
Sometimes a piece of the earth silences like a saxophone in my hand.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry magnify of waves and shorelines and the fresh doors of his native land?
Probes of a phosphorus train recovering behind the vicinity with a absurd raft, wide as a calculating elephant.
Our new flag, our velvety light tetrahedra.
A green forest relinquishes.
A image conducts, abducts - it does not return.
In the face of so many parallel conglomerates to positivity.
Pockets of graphite converted into fused quartz.
What coagulates the props of respect?
In the smallest silken honeysuckle because I love you, love, within the water and within the clay.
Everything sordid with honest voices, the salt of the sunrise and piles of electric bread within sunset.
The order of the praises I stayed showered and sunburst orange in the middle of the boulevard.
Pulled out and closed off like a acrobat.