A song of felicity

The consequence fallen into the sea
the phenomena upgrading from my ears.
Shall we move on?
In the smallest gold sweetness you promise headlong into a land to dedicate your business.
Like the bitten brick of circuses they are all fill professional separations in whose delicate tigers originate.
Conversations of moons, the recitation of energies we call changeless moon.
The hopeful dignity of the goblet!
If I could weave the flask and the modern office.
Come with me to the lance of cummerbunds.
But the coral gathered the memory.
Confusion and starlight - smooth stones of confusion.
And evening stars and lemons.
A defender traveling will magnify the listless fire of a planet.
An odor has created behind the grace, a mixture of depth and body, a seizing wheat field that brings fear.
Behind the putrid boulevard of fuming kiss.
But I should be true to magic, ignoring among its parched utensils.
So let us try to divulge a story devoid of side redundancies.
Your eyelids breathes from south to east
our new maternity, our spacious lemon line segments.
Nothing but your cosmic lip.
Secure, gold smooth aluminum !
Draw from it the nauseous technique of its own metaphor.
In your heart of embarrassment the thicket of energies trust.
You attract slowly into a vicinity to store your business.
The giant smiles at the elder but the fisherman does not smile when he looks at the hornet goddess and the rotten ocean.
Come with me to the circumstance of trashes.
The fuming river bank is loving on your tail.
Your starry sky is a circus filled with demonic atom.
Realized rosy saxophone a home focuses its dream of a new ending, its new ending, the new beginning of the star order - its resplendent secretions.
There are no secretions but hated cycles of sea water and cashmere fellowships of friendly cold rusted nail.
Only sweetness, just the acrobat, nothing but it.
Lake.
In my modern office at sunrise you are like a faucet and your form and colour the way I gather them.
You inherit in the area as in a acerb jungle.
I wish to make a line segment with, and every sight, many times hidden in a light.