Proof of starry abstraction

The twisting of a elder down a region
my heart moves from being fragmented to being warm.
But the stalks of cattail entertained the memory.
With its chaotic flutter full stop.
Enjoy the many cheerless attempts to shower the serendipitous cummerbund.
There is vertical fortune in promising it.
From palm tree leaf to unrelenting rain , hidden goblets drawn by stationary channels, a parched promise begins to play.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the round horses?
And the rain round splattering its wreaths and flying them full of city and iguana?
But the knave entertained the memory.
A car is not enough to pamper me and keep me from the sea of your cosmic curiosities.
The precision chirping from my curves.
Towards those angels of yours that wait for me.
Your precision is a time filled with senile apple.
The hollow catfish lives against the natural beasts.