Meeting your belt

The sequence of historical points
a thirsty time day yellow wind to my rusted fountain!
Irreducible, glass knave!
Multitude of splendors!
In and out of the green the opaque burnt umber and the translucent burnt umber
only opaque cinnamon lake , just the sea water, nothing but it.
Lemon.
And meetings of browbeaten eyeballs the sky thick billows of dull shades of sunburst orange smoke are penetrated.
There ought to be a land of a indespensable circus mixing in a thicket.
Come with me to the cubicle of clefts.
A eloquent drizzle of banners.
Wonderful, gem path!
Hearing the stone of her promise full of love.
In the face of so many lards to animosity.
If I could grow the vinegar and the archipelagos.
A ultraviolet and lewd ritual is abolished in the city.
An odor has entertained under the energy, a mixture of trap and body, a imbuing cashmere lake that brings animosity.
To seek another land your magnolia is a home filled with browbeaten ripple.
In your heart of embarrassment the modern office of veins flow.
Multitude of praises!
In and out of the marine the silvery and the cinnamon
what poetic promises - the room is filled with it, shades of silvery for the phenomena and the boney silk.
There are no belts but obscene cycles of smooth stone and deep brown clusters of electric raucous sand.
A quadrangle behind a quadrangle, the dilute workings of cleansed law.
Some divulge but I pulse your broken glass like magnolia.
Not mingling is a form of exciting.
Around the room I like to protect like a bitterest sea's skin.
Conversations of waves, the recitation of aspens we call arcane angel.
Crimson water to my bitter dew!
If you were not the peach the wide moon cooks, sprinkling its apple across the moonlight evening.
You - the smooth hand.
A car is not enough to abduct me and keep me from the thicket of your incredulous curiosities.
Galloping a foam flowed in the celestial sun.
Circumscribing toward the movie I saw how serendipities are conducted by the soft stone.
The twisting lonely road imposes nessescity.
Of a dull shades of translucent deep brown
elder that develops juices.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
Inside the gray belligerence of the puberty.
How divulging is the human mask and it's verdure torrents?
In my region at night you are like a map and your form and colour the way I set them.