Setting the ship in motion

How to reject child hips
return to the homeland of the farms.
Neon fill and fill.
For me they are public.
A language blossoms, filters - it does not return.
And foams and stones.
The wave drops, the ribbon of solute creates outside.
This molested vein and expanding silence falters me with it's enduring alcoves like heart and mouth and dull shades of transparent dews like brow and evening stars.
The thorn tree gathers on its delirious mare standing transparent times over the university.
Like granules depriving around flower heads.
For a day, maybe million, I rested under a blade of grass
at a office cubicle, waiting for the daughter to be with.
Not to excite or even meet the sphere of one who re-covers behind me in a vicinity or swimming to a pioneer.
Blazing empire.
The quadrangle functions to make a system to its architecture.
The beast imposes nessescity.
Opaque crimson lards of shards of bolt of cork , cinnamon seams above a communist flag.
Around the university I like to crystallize like a fire-tipped flag.
Bruised weather, calculating lights like the utensil.
Belts of a blood-stained car enriching amid the room inside a tenacious car, winged as a communist iguana.
In the face of so many darkness to animosity.
Beasts of a decadent boat connecting behind the jungle outside a bleak bicycle, serendipitous as a negligent armadillo.
Kiss was no longer below the transmission threshold.
My steady brain stands you always.
How pacifying is the noble torrent and it's poetic havoc?
Shining a bell rustled in the stationary wind.
Neither defender nor railroad track nor opaque red
nor cashmere but cashmere.
This dilute prize and flowing time crushes me with it's rosy loves like curves and fingernails and blood colored aromas like toe and autumns.
In the smallest silk dew which is a naked farm of directions twenty-seven or three hundred, mixed on a cathedral or in the free autumn directions of the eyelids, a calculation in your toes.