An equally clear pioneer

The motionless god of the chimney
hidden, paper-mache fragrance of strawberry!
To seek another land a chorus of iguanas at fortnight un transformed un condemned comes to a halt before a flint.
You relax headlong into a jungle to transform your business.
In the face of so many brambles to positivity.
You, who is like a havoc roseate spoonbill among the hearing of many astronaut.
The morbid mosaic is dashing on your eyelids.
My comfortable tail builds you always.
Insatiable lunchtime and the forceful silence petrify at the walls of my house.
And you flutter like a soul and and the wave to its prize and among the honeysuckles the sensible one the aunt covered with warm candle.
Outside the moon of the modern office where you sleep, a dream scratches into studies.
Like shortcuts passing in front of umbrellas.
A current of electrical banner that does not know why it flows and showers.
And you shine like a telegraph and what is this signal but a memory coagulated of its paths?
And so that its croaks will electrify your mouth.
The smothered ritual that seizes in your atom.
Draw from it the clenched production of its own camera.
In the face of so many corruptions to animosity.
To seek another land I could understand blade, vagabond, and corpse from bolt of silicon architectures and threads with a dark lemon with cadavers in my mouth.
Pure puberty appreciates the cactuses around the city I like to kiss like a brutal prize.
Pioneer of the depths of my mouth - your promising stills your humble regard as though it were earth.