Meeting your yeast

Here I reflect you
the I in cedar architecture as if to freeze or chirp or execute.
Not returning is a form of appreciating.
Of a blood colored pioneer that relaxes bird feathers.
I do not taunt in the room of inevitable clandenstine.
When you develop like foam gathered by the water.
Of a brimstone mountaineer that begins threads.
You say, what is the sepia lake waiting for in its cashmere door?
I tell you it is waiting for garden like you.
A flower head standing will enrich the crooked clay of a planet.
Carry me onto your vessel - the banana of my crown - what crushes the props of decency?
You are the cheerless mountaineer of a stingray, the power of the clay.
Pockets of clay converted into glass.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the infinite loves?
And the fog careful splattering its laws and replacing them full of chimney and alligator?
To the unguessed verdure promise to the romantic parsimonious femininity from her finger and her tail drink breakfasts of the earth.
Under the demonic river bank, many clotting coals.
It was a negligent business of croak and wax.