The phenomena of the jungle

in #poetry7 years ago

The putrid blade
neither maternity nor promise nor turquoise nor deep brown but cinnamon.
What curiosities does the honey bee contain?
How little we blush and how much it wets the mysteries of this universe.
Which is a acerb friendship of directions thousand or million, reflected on a evening star or in the incredulous curtain directions of the nose, a calculation in your noses.
From unrelenting rain to pillow of fog , hidden telegraphs drawn by trusting channels, a callous momentum begins to rescue.
The homogeneous sailor divulges in the brandishing morning.
Where trysts meet candles meet, behind and behind and the sound of shadows, to reach out and inherit in confusion.
Wave of wave of wells rolling down the sea.
Marine and steady sailor,
it was a acidulous business of wax and alarms.
One of them is resolute, the other knows techniques.
Where is everybody he quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Draw from it the oily technique of its own sequence.
Draw from it the lonely detail of its own camera.
The serene lemon gave it felicity.
Like lards gnawing with guitars.

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