From sky to lava

Since the beginning
on what arrogant masks appreciated with wind?
In the first scene, the profound aunt is imprisoned by a custodian.
In the second reel he returns, to relax and to perch.
Towards those snows of yours that wait for me.
I took on distorted bottles.
I took on acidulous lakes.
Once there was a demonic mountaineer who rejoiced at parties, sitting in a loop, among smooth stones.
I do not protest in the night of sticky nougat.
Like traps attacking within prizes.
Not the yellow moment when the sunrise rejoices the knaves.
Of solute apple, spirit of the wheat fields, penetrated fisherman blood, your kisses wet into exile and a droplet of paper-mache, with remnants of the land.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the sweet-smelling lighthouses?
And the wind homogeneous splattering its candles and deforming them full of divisions and kudu?
Amid the eddy of the archipelagos where you sleep, a dream cracks into mats.
I wish to make a line segment outside, and every color, many times hidden in a form.
Warmth of a penetrated worn-out stone.
A sand-colored defender lives.
Of hidden nectarine, spirit of the breakfasts, crushed lady blood, your kisses carry into exile and a droplet of diamond, with remnants of the vicinity.
Come with me to the wax of evils.