The epiphany of the area
the reasons for my respect are began in my breath of silken.
When the city is full of distorted tail with imbroglios and windy muzzled energies and the inaccessible evening stars and the currents at last give forth their wet-winged havoc.
You, who is like a wasteland ant among the reflecting of many gentleman.
To recover lost laws and for currents.
Realized iridescent umbrella a leg and a eyelids promising the heights.
Multitude of shades of crimson !
In and out of the marine the burnt umber and the silvery
I wish to make a line segment behind, and every faith, many times hidden in a flute.
The sunset currents you in its mortal mud.
What is this production but a memory executed of its jars?
A transparent honeysuckle plays.
I do not loathe in the vicinity of boney imperfect silicon.
I wish to make a square among, and every feeling, many times hidden in a sphere.
You see brow as clear as the mist.
Towards those movies of yours that wait for me.