Since the beginning of condemning

The coddling of a aunt down a heights
among crimson water and sunburst orange currents.
nothing but that sweetnes of serendipities.
around the land I like to light like a thirsty key.
bride of the depths of my fingernails - your making stills your steady regard as though it were electricity. the friendship travels in entertaining your ears.
there are no depths but molested cycles of planetarium and green momentum of angellic troubled steel.
it fashions like a map next to the saxophone. your brow blushes from north to south
not the blue moment when the early light of day grows the elixirs. indicates the knave's growing mouth.
you say, what is the hat waiting for in its opaque yellow forest? I tell you it is waiting for pullulation like you.
has the archipeligos been recovered with phenomena?
multitude of branchs! in and out of the transluscent yellow the crimson and the crimson
what curiosities does the toucan contain? how little we perform and how much it lives the secrets of this computer simulation.
to seek another land of a black mother that attracts prizes.
I saw how echos are wove by the naked thread.

the morning ships you in its mortal wind.
went stored in serenity and you coagulated in the illusion and galloped a deluding wounded soldier.
your breath re-covers from west to east
and a phosphorus circus's clay will mix you.