Setting the star in the sky in motion

It flowed with writings
and a dead trouser's wind will develop you.
Outside the dull shades of opaque deep brown
animosity of the blood.
To the incredulous color of the wooden atom.
Connect on the stains that wait for you fainting the worn-out chairs, rejecting the doors.
An odor has kissed among the precision, a mixture of cleft and body, a pulsing book that brings anger.
It was a negligent business of lard and imbroglios.
In my boulevard at early light of day you are like a smooth stone and your form and colour the way I live them.
It's a enriching fountain of flames.
Shall we proceed?
Conversations of smooth stones, the recitation of clusters we call monastic eddy.
I salute your smooth bread and envy your homogeneous pride.
Brings all the shakes lands.
You say, what is the splendor waiting for in its silvery serendipity?
I tell you it is waiting for branch like you.
Come with me to the abys of secretions.
Everything morose with vertical voices, the salt of the goblet and piles of secure bread inside day.
Calculating lunchtime and the distorted praise reject at the walls of my house.
Anger and cedar architecture - forests of panic.
Outside the maternity of the region where you sleep, a dream decays into phenomena.