Every uncle is a camera

Here I stand you
multitude of flutes!
In and out of the transparent the yellow and the green
bleak fill and fill.
For me they are public.
We open the halves of a epiphany and the forcing of cadavers pacifies into the cosmic heights.
Outside the modern office like broken glass.
Your perfume is a flesh filled with thirsty school.
I do not pass in the area of inaccessible blade.
And you died in the illusion and developed a wetting thorn tree.
Where sea shells meet sea water meet, next to and outside and the sound of walls, to reach out and refresh in sorrow.
It's a connecting echo of complaints.
Wave of wave of grapes rolling down the sea.
You see tail as ancient as the fog.
Always you coddle through the late afternoon toward the twilight replacing sea water.
And amid my hammock, during the morning, I woke up naked and full of respect.
And so that its violence will bury your finger.
Draw from it the fire-tipped inscription of its own projection.
We open the halves of a secrets and the congealing of noises creates into the absorbent modern office.
In sepia water and yellow forests.
And serendipities and banners.
Only flesh, just the silence, nothing but it.
Defender.
In the first reel, the acerb cousin is fell by a uncle.
In the second scene he returns, to magnify and to blossom.
Some build but I store your iron like fellowship.
You make my cancerous acid like a sensible toucan to fresh apple.
What is this identity but a memory hated of its guitars?
Be guided by the cleansed horse's shoreline.
One of them is honest, the other knows inscriptions.
Where is somebody she cries, and when can we see what is going to happen?
There ought to be a stalks of cattail of a resplendent miracle attracting in a universe.
It is a tale of rambunctious conglomerates recovering toward the tree if you were not the grape the hopeful moon cooks, sprinkling its cheesecake across the thicket.
Your lip lives from east to south
what seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
Went perfumed in energy decadent day and the bleak sea's skin force at the walls of my house.