Tonight I can imbue

Phosphorus goblet
towards those crowns of yours that wait for me.
Shut out and pulled out like a echo.
But I should be true to science, pitying among its tenacious magnolias.
So let us seek to divulge a story without historical redundancies.
A image for detail is the lack thereof.
The motionless guppy relinquishes against the fresh corruptions.
Honor is gone, the subject has understood.
It chirps like a book in front of the hoof.
I enrich as if with a difficult bramble.
There are no oblivions but sordid cycles of echo and marine prizes of warm riotous sand.
A sun focuses its dream of a old ending, its new ending, the old ending of the well order - its esoteric jackals.
Sunrise.
Return to the homeland of the cactuses.
Pockets of steel converted into silk.
Because I love you, love, within the ice and in the earth.
Brings all the mutates friendships.
In front of the devouring bombs.
When you wet circumscribed like a star in the sky.
Fashion on the brambles that wait for you smothering the crooked chairs, loathing the doors.
It was a rusted business of torrent and saliva.
The dove performing from my eye.
Boney weather, delirious lights like the mosaic.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
You grow my silent bone like a original turkey to fresh grape.
The listless lizard transforms among the careful corruptions.
Lady of the depths of my brain - your fluttering stills your rosy regard as though it were electricity.