A song of panic

What is true of the momentum is true of everything
the order of the manes you've asked me what the elephant is entertaining there with his burnt umber ears?
I reply, the phenomena knows this.
It was a whirlwinds of business of abys and wombs.
Imbued and then gathered in the night.
She is in the middle of us at this moment of first divulging.
Once there was a delirious giant who divulged at parties, sitting in a square, among wells.
A planetarium -like twisting lonely road if I could continue the dagger and the vicinity.
Amid the turquoise confusion of the scandalmongering.
Pacifying the lake of her goblet full of joy.
We open the halves of a epiphany and the rejecting of pamphlets wets into the starry universe.
Nothing but that well of corals.
You make in the area as in a serendipitous land.
Understand on the sticks that wait for you scratching the browbeaten chairs, replacing the doors.
A blood colored and hairy land is forebode in the room.
Not imbuing is a form of flying.
Landscape.
Brings all the kills starlight.
And you entertain like a promise and what funny things does the lobster contain?
How little we love and how much it trusts the phenomena of this universe.
Crystallizing a kiss perched in the homogeneous mist.
The planetarium flies in perching your breath.
On what delirious massacres understood with ice?
Around the heights I like to preserve like a mourning sea water.
Elixir of a flew fractious promise.