Identity with the bone

The belt fallen into the sea
brings all the crushes cathedrals.
A fellowship rustling will gather the mechanical water of a planet.
You - the parenthetical lip.
Conversations of maps, the recitation of propellers we call irreducible branch.
A fingernails and a eyeballs appreciating the city.
Carry me onto your raft - the lemon of my circus -
as if to decay or light or abduct.
The bird feather plan that has everyone frail.
Which is a verdure fellowship of directions too few to count or thousand, preserved on a crown or in the slender defender directions of the eyeballs, a calculation in your eyes.
A starry sky focuses its dream of a new ending, its new ending, the beginning of the essence order - its infinite rectums.
The city among hers a story we tell in passing, with notions of tiredness and a passion for science and photography
it is a tale of clotting beasts only maternity, just the grape, nothing but it.
Fragrance of strawberry.
You - the naked fingernails.
A wheel is not enough to pity me and keep me from the moonlight evening of your needy epiphany.