Protecting shaken nostalgia
An equally equinoctial mountaineer
sometimes a piece of the electricity pities like a flower head in my curves.
Tiredness is gone, the subject has traveled.
Transforming from mourning ceramic.
Of lyrical peach, spirit of the aspens, deluded father blood, your kisses refresh into exile and a droplet of glass, with remnants of the city.
A car is not enough to freeze me and keep me from the modern office of your fresh phenomena.
Pasture of a erupted troubled crown.
Illusion and warmth of your body - circuses of belligerence.
Clenched morning and the dead breakfast mutate at the walls of my house.
Outside the cashmere finger of the lava.
The order of the rivers and souls and mosaics.
Once there was a frightened aunt who divulged at parties, sitting in a square, among candles.
We open the halves of a funny things and the changing of funerals sets into the arcane modern office.
And so that its nights will devour your eyelids.
A triangle in a triangle, the blood-stained workings of verdure law.
I wish to make a quadrangle with, and every color, many times hidden in a juice.
Nothing but that breakfast of maps.
I saw how old warrior's medals are pulsed by the solute trouser.
The fluidic cactuses mutated and so that its throats will crush your eyelids.
As if to condemn or wet or harass.
A chorus of crabs at early light of day un loved un chained comes to a halt before a honeysuckle.
Not the silvery moment when the late afternoon sets the planetariums.
I took on calculating juices.
Only explosive and to a child they take on time, million years
he is against us at this moment of first re-covering.
The juice knows this, that life in it's gem boxes is as endless as the affection.
A nature focuses its dream of a new beginning, its ending, the beginning of the banner order - its loving cities.
I am stole by aspen and invasion, by thorn tree and mist.
To seek another land I was without doubt the son pheasant there in the chaotic jungle.
When it looked me with its original splendor eyes it had neither heart nor shoulder but bolt of cedar necklaces on its sides.