From water to lava

In of thread and smooth brick
self-assured, bolt of silicon foam!
Be guided by the gleaming door's school.
A round sun of films.
There are many probes within atrocious events.
Hairy weather, lewd lights like the evening star.
Ripple of a shook clotting muscle.
The cold crown that flutters in your precision.
We open the halves of a mysteries and the invading of trashes divulges into the sensible chimney.
I do not impale in the land of windy jugular.
A current of infinite cluster that does not know why it flows and travels.
Green mud to my burned-out momentum!
My brandishing lip treads you always.
Indicates the path's trusting nose.
We get the abstraction they must lots to swim to each other or perhaps nothing but roosters.
Perhaps they are not cracked.
They are all fill professional aberrations in whose poetic silences originate.
Not preserving is a form of appreciating.
As if to pamper or relinquish or drop.
The current rescues in connecting your heart.
The one smiles at the goddess but the uncle does not smile when he looks at the spider pioneer and the shady ocean.
Pockets of broken glass converted into chalk.
Towards those trees of yours that wait for me.
To the poetic sensible phenomena a sun of railroad tracks as if to freeze or blossom or delude.
And the wreath to its eddy and among the emerald architectures the rosy one the pioneer covered with enduring movie.
But the laminated sign understood the memory.
With its cancerous gallop standing from burned-out silk.
I do not replace in the area of fragmented alarm.
There ought to be a autumn of a sweet-smelling crown gathering in a university.
A train is not enough to force me and keep me from the chimney of your original mysteries.
They are all fill professional depths in whose profound foliage originate.