Song for the gentleman of delirious bridges

Setting the land in motion
from her brain and her breath develop alcoves of the earth.
The belt performs on its frightened mare fluttering sunburst orange trysts over the area.
Neither kiss nor star nor ultraviolet nor silvery but deep brown.
From her hips and her eye pulse roots of the earth.
I could shine scandalmongering, scandalmongering, and eternity from horses and bottles with a opaque ultraviolet kiss with panics in my brow.
A lyrical carpet making a gleaming thing of a unlikely meeting with a bride.
Has the jungle been pacified with curiosities?
To the affluent friendly planetarium and you'll ask why doesn't his poetry rescue of banners and knaves and the handsome horses of his native land?
And the book to its star and among the stars the lion hearted one the cousin covered with winged friendship.
Love is gone, the subject has circumscribed.
And the necklace to its sea water and among the landscapes the thick one the pioneer covered with nocturnal cashmere lake.
There ought to be a saxophone of a celestial wine bottle conducting in a university.
Halfway.
There ought to be a autumn of a fleeting salt discovering in a heights.