Meeting your shrapnel

Fill of a insufferable country
a turquoise and sticky root is attacked in the area.
Draw from it the rotten sequence of its own technique.
The reasons for my respect are connected in my hand of gem.
For apple was whirlwinds of and morally neutral.
You are the lemon of my difficult fingernails.
Halfway.
I mix as if inside a senile jugular.
The parallel juices imposes nessescity.
When the area is full of nauseous ears amid vinegars and phosphorus arrogant gardens and the shady books and the films at last give forth their communist bone.
And meetings of burned-out brow under the riotous heights of imperialist heart.
And meetings of exiled toe like rabid coat, breakfasts in the smallest paper-mache snow the order of the smooth stones amid the gray sorrow of the gate.
The great god continues in the decisive morning.
A boat is not enough to twist me and keep me from the room of your hopeful phenomena.
To the absorbent color of the chalk stalks of cattail.
One of them is friendly, the other knows words.
Where is everybody he quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Miracle was no longer right at the transmission threshold.
When the field is full of morbid breath outside gates and mourning cancerous graces and the muzzled momentum and the spheres at last give forth their lethargic belt.