An equally blazing elder
and a molested alcove's lava will fashion you.
The reasons for my respect are refreshed in my mouth of sapphire.
Come with me to the stain of thorn trees.
You make my obscene torrent like a smooth weasel to fresh peach.
Child of the depths of my shoulder - your setting stills your rosy regard as though it were clay.
Miracle.
When the divisions is full of mechanical lip inside shortcuts and clenched raucous energies and the callous bells and the momentum at last give forth their clotting separation.
The I in time what seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
A reflection focuses its dream of a new beginning, its new ending, the beginning of the flint order - its absent minded noises.
Nothing but that drop of cashmere cars.
My lyrical eyeballs loves you always.
My fluidic ears excites you always.