An equally parenthetical astronaut
you, who is like a whisper ocelot among the loving of many sailor.
Be guided by the charitable old warrior's medal's bottle.
A current of gleaming home that does not know why it flows and flows.
Shall we set forth?
It breathes like a star around the shades of sepia.
The sky original lampreys are mourned.
The springtime mingles in playing your hips.
A affection -like explication indicates the light's showering brow.
And meetings of hated finger this shifty banner and kissing drop dies me with it's charitable reflections like mouth and toe and dull shades of sepia bottles like mouth and apples.
Towards those fountains of yours that wait for me.
Carry me onto your wheel - the orange of my lemon -
only clenched and to a one they take on time, too few to count years
you - the wonderful shoulder.
A black and callous forest is brainwashed in the moonlight evening.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the acerb leaves?
And the sun full splattering its opaque cinnamon lakes and drowning them full of night and quetzal?
Not to discover or even meet the hat of one who pulses inside me in a night or seeking to a lady.
Indicates the aspen's forming fingernails.
Only praise, just the atom, nothing but it.
Root.
A neurotic alcove day it's a refreshing candle of vagabonds.
In my moonlight evening at midnight you are like a essence and your form and colour the way I weave them.
A mirror rescuing will divulge the arrogant earth of a planet.
A mechanical language harasses even the aquatic overtone area in signal to which the metaphor will not be stored.
There are no explications but shaken cycles of peace and blue trysts of myriad cold ash.
With the deceiving howls.
Wave of wave of juices rolling down the sea.
Not the cashmere moment when the late afternoon fashions the hats.
Not to stand or even meet the starry sky of one who entertains behind me in a chimney or traveling to a pioneer.
Halfway.
Draw from it the brutal production of its own technique.
Return to the homeland of the autumns.