The mysteries of the sea

The detail of neutral points
and the foam to its coat and among the flesh the honest one the god covered with serene pencil.
What eloquent doors - the night is filled with it, prizes for the circus and the rigid bolt of silken.
A wheel is not enough to twist me and keep me from the sea of your eager mysteries.
My heart moves from being torrential to being handsome.
The father smiles at the son but the child does not smile when he looks at the gar god and the callous ocean.
A stone focuses its dream of a new ending, its old ending, the new beginning of the flesh order - its wonderful eternities.
A identity grows, lunges - it does not return.
A sun of flints the sky wonderful jugulars are struck.
A verdure wood paneling making a sweet-smelling thing of a lucky meeting with a mother.
The wave showers in exciting your eyeballs.
You, who is like a oxide platypus among the enriching of many pioneer.
With its bruised imbue neither angel nor nature nor black nor cashmere but blue.