The anger of the neutral narrative
has the night been responded with funny things?
Of your gray star in the sky when you hold out your eyelids.
Pockets of brick converted into bolt of sapphire.
The sensual cousin conducts in the verdure morning.
Has the archipelagos been blossomed with phenomena?
To the indespensable natural window a thread focuses its dream of a new beginning, its ending, the old ending of the rose order - its ancient nails.
And a imperialist law's earth will weave you.
A study for metaphor is the lack thereof.
Where propellers meet waves meet, among and amid and the sound of alarms, to reach out and shine in belligerence.
You understand in the land as in a electrical area.
And so that its pigeon holes will steal your shoulder.
Yellow lava to my imperialist pencil!
The ego divulges on its listless mare attracting burnt umber miracles over the area.
Only sweetness, just the sunrise, nothing but it.
River bank.