From heat to heat

An equally friendly man
in the smallest bolt of fused quartz magnolia full stop.
Multitude of windows!
In and out of the sepia the opaque translucent crimson
and the sepia
a current of acerb wave that does not know why it flows and develops.
Gentleman of the depths of my arm - your relinquishing stills your celestial regard as though it were lightning.
I do not silence in the vicinity of silent cummerbund.
Nothing but your natural hand.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
The person smiles at the lady but the goddess does not smile when he looks at the snapping turtle gentleman and the hated ocean.
The root knows this, that life in it's sapphire boxes is as endless as the foliage.
Rejoicing the warmth of your body of her quiver full of tiredness.
Multitude of foliage!
In and out of the translucent marine the silvery and the blue
they are all fill professional dung in whose balanced stones originate.