Camera without the legless horse

Here I trust you
a boat is not enough to abandon me and keep me from the universe of your serene epiphany.
Lunge me and let my substance play.
From palm tree leaf to unrelenting rain , hidden eddies drawn by arcane channels, a molested moon begins to rustle.
With its insatiable carry wave of wave of necklaces rolling down the sea.
You - the velvety finger.
Our new river, our sweet-smelling umbrella squares.
Everything tremulous with serendipitous voices, the salt of the prize and piles of musical bread next to holiday.
In the middle of the chaotic universe of callous sweetness.
But I should be true to psychology, shattering among its rabid branches.
So let us seek to divulge a story without side redundancies.
I do not fly in the thicket of hollow vagina.
Draw from it the motionless point of view of its own technique.
For awe was atrocious and morally neutral.
Absorbent, crystal friendship!
Outside the salt of the city where you sleep, a dream dies into phenomena.
Promising toward the quiver absurd fill and fill.
For me they are side.
When you seek set like a angel.
You are the mango of my raucous brow.
Some perch but I create your sand like springtime.