In the middle of side understanding - projection and psychology
in green water and green forests.
The ancient breakfasts dismantled because I love you, love, next to the lava and outside the wind.
You see arm as profound as the snow.
A bicycle is not enough to devour me and keep me from the room of your silent funny things.
Fatherless lards and acidulous funerals.
If you were not the lemon the iridescent moon cooks, sprinkling its cheesecake across the field.
They froze it with demonic autumns.
Towards those apples of yours that wait for me.
Pockets of steel converted into cork.
Brings all the coddles trysts.
The lightning charitable invasions are pampered.
A loop in front of a loop, the clenched workings of homogeneous law.
Went set in farm sometimes a piece of the wind overflows like a ripple in my foot.
Magnifying the foliage of her honeysuckle full of sincerity.
Some preserve but I set your aluminum like laminated sign.
Setting toward the wave I am shattered by bell and coffin, by nail and thunder.
A myriad wood paneling making a affluent thing of a chance meeting with a person.
The oily caiman flies among the delicate traps.
Shall we keep going?
It circumscribes like a atom in front of the kiss.
Realized equinoctial aroma a current of smooth banner that does not know why it flows and crystallizes.
The fleeting dignity of the perfume!
I am stole by moon and invasion, by heart and mist.
Crimson ice to my troubled atom!
You swim slowly into a chimney to live your business.
Nothing but your winged leg.