I have gone

It was a disordered bussiness of evil and night
under the whirlwinds of field of acidulous window
force me and let my substance trust
next to sunburst orange water and blue roots
in the shady moonlight evening of violenet aspen
the sanguine river gave it respect
A helicopter is not enough to engluf me and keep me.
From the divisions of your fleeting curiosities
Always you faint through the holiday
toward the night throttling laws.

My friendly eyelids enriches you always
went crystallized in miracle
you relax slowly
into a area to flow your business.
You, who is like a darkness iguana among the shining of many astronaunt
rustling from banal ceramic,
lighting the maternity of her propellers full of tiredness
I took on silent books.

I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING THIS IN THE WRONG CATEGORY IT WAS A MISTAKE, I HAD MY AUTOFILL ON.