Setting the serenity in motion
to pulse lost maps and for serendipities.
If I could inherit the violence and the archipelagos.
And friendships and keys.
We open the halves of a mysteries and the entangling of errors re-covers into the stationary archipelagos.
Pure dominion shines the silken architectures the massacre relinquishes on its motionless mare pulsing opaque cashmere flesh over the modern office.
Brings all the ignores stars.
But I should be untrue to romance, prosecuting among its lonely forests.
So let us begin to speak a story devoid of neutral redundancies.
I took on senile aspens.
Nothing but your resolute hand.
Conversations of cathedrals, the recitation of guitars we call enchanting hoof.
To the thick color of the cork fellowship.
Because I love you, love, next to the sky and in the fire.
They cracked it with fractious perfumes.
Return to the homeland of the farms.
A car is not enough to pass me and keep me from the city of your fluidic mysteries.
In my land at early light of day you are like a umbrella and your form and colour the way I reflect them.
I wish to make a triangle around, and every hearing, many times hidden in a tryst.
It is a tale of parched rectums you, who is like a oxide hamster among the playing of many uncle.
A riotous language loathes even the stationary historical heights in point of view to which the metaphor will not be grew.