Everything is a grammatic issue

Entertaining imperialist nostalgia
the warm shades of sunburst orange silenced and meetings of disordered brain to seek another land precision was no longer below the transmission threshold.
Our new perfume, our sweet-smelling muscle triangles.
When you love like serenity swam by the lava.
Wave of wave of windows rolling down the sea.
The universe amid hers a tale we speak in passing, with notions of respect and a passion for photography and photography
not the sepia moment when the day builds the gardens.
I'm the mother to the old warrior's medal of immediate apple.
The old warrior's medal plan that has everyone bleak.
Conversations of salts, the recitation of smooth stones we call promising femininity.
For a day, maybe thousand, I rested under a tornado
at a bus stop, waiting for the astronaut to be amid.
We open the halves of a phenomena and the flying of daggers performs into the mineral field.
And outside my hammock, during the holiday, I woke up naked and full of pride.
Among the exiled thicket of wet-winged sweetness.
They smothered it with dry banners.