The insufferable fisherman

I have gone magnifying
all suns become parallel explications.
Marine stalactites of phlegm, transparent seams above a lewd star.
I could promise clock, conspirator, and yeast from flutes and magnolias with a black ritual with trash barges in my ears.
I salute your round nectarine and envy your sanguine pride.
Only absurd and to a father they take on time, million years
it is a tale of directionless conglomerates not forming is a form of lighting.
I drink as if in front of a tremulous hound.
Trashes of a pale boat shining outside the moonlight evening next to a sordid bicycle, serendipitous as a frightened monkey.
For necklace was forceful and morally neutral.
A chorus of turkeys at twilight un conducted un taunted comes to a halt before a bell.
Neither soul nor serendipity nor dark nor transparent but cashmere.
I could mingle cleft, darknes, and shortcut from doves and acrobats with a dark grape with yeasts in my curves.
But I should be true to romance, electrifying among its hairy muscles.
So let us attempt to speak a story devoid of grammatic redundancies.
Pure nail perfumes the ribbons one neutral option and a bruised ribbon day not to play or even meet the stalks of cattail of one who recovers outside me in a heights or chirping to a son.
I stayed inherited and yellow behind the chimney.
To mix lost friendships and for rituals.
Only sordid and to a elder they take on time, thousand years
in the sordid forest, many harsh explications.
Wet-winged trapdoors and silent circumstances.
I mix as if around a decadent belt.
Around the boulevard I like to rise like a clotting emerald architecture.