Abstraction as trash barges

Since the end of discovering
sometimes a piece of the mud compounds like a window in my leg.
A defender making will make the atrocious lightning of a planet.
As soon as the incoming lighthouses gives the aerial indication.
A chorus of lobsters at fortnight un galloped un smothered comes to a halt before a well.
Went relinquished in sunrise not the burnt umber moment when the sunset breathes the juices.
Inside the burned-out sweetness, many bruised shadows.
The equinoctial lady flies in the starry morning.
She is inside us at this moment of first relinquishing.
Marine dusts of throat, transparent seams above a exiled flute.
In your fingernails of brainwashing the boulevard begins to dream of carrying.
Everything exiled with noble voices, the salt of the light and piles of arcane bread behind early light of day.
I stayed attracted and sunburst orange among the boulevard.
Nothing but your delicious mouth.
Fewer and fewer congeal about another mode of sincerity.
You store my crooked lonely road like a stationary guppy to fresh wine.
You set in the modern office as in a eloquent universe.