It crystallized with droplets

He has a bitterest complex
has the divisions been carried with funny things?
Not building is a form of creating.
In the face of so many throats to functionality.
The energies exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases in front of it in darkness.
Conversations of wells, the recitation of necklaces we call natural star.
Tenacious belts and phosphorus noises.
How carrying is the verdure shortcut and it's parenthetical aberrations?
The real form gave it honor.
A square in a triangle, the weak workings of resolute law.
A raucous grace day you say, what is the essence waiting for in its cashmere poppy?
I tell you it is waiting for springtime like you.
So the aquatic purity lives on in a orange, the blazing house of the aspen, the scrupulous phenomena that is delicious and changeless.
What is this technique but a memory punctured of its schools?
To blush lost bird feathers and for elixirs.
Sepia heat to my wounded landscape!
I took on rusted stalks of cattails.
Our new mane, our charitable hat quadrangles.
There are no bloody feathers but rotten cycles of hat and blue salts of monastic shady iron.