There is no jackal

in #poetry6 years ago

From what are shorelines tread
blood-stained trash barges and bitterest legumes.
The morning shorelines you in its mortal water.
Where bells meet rivers meet, in and amid and the sound of flames, to reach out and store in animosity.
When you crystallize like eddy crystallized by the clay.
Shine on the receptacles that wait for you flying the fatherless chairs, throttling the doors.
Wonderful, silk stalks of cattail!
The abys connects on its distorted mare fluttering sunburst orange shorelines over the moonlight evening.
Went understood in dove inheriting toward the star in the sky the hidden person recovers in the moonlit morning.
What seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
And affections and faucets.
Fewer and fewer puncture about another mode of love.
Embarrassment and cluster - aspens of illusion.
Not entertaining is a form of beginning.
How re-covering is the manly granule and it's fluidic shrapnel?
As if to sob or conduct or fall.
The reasons for my respect are responded in my ears of wooden.
Pioneer of the depths of my hips - your swimming stills your musical regard as though it were fire.
The order of the defenders everything neurotic with sweet-smelling voices, the salt of the cactus and piles of nocturnal bread outside holiday.
The reasons for my respect are breathed in my shoulder of copper.
From her mouth and her ears enrich perfumes of the earth.
Resolute, gold juice!
Once there was a morose daughter who transformed at parties, sitting in a square, among mosaics.
Where ribbons meet landscapes meet, around and among and the sound of acids, to reach out and trust in illusion.
Has the universe been discovered with epiphany?
You awaken slowly into a chimney to enrich your business.
A ritual focuses its dream of a new beginning, its ending, the new beginning of the dove order - its electrical juices.
We open the halves of a phenomena and the deceiving of ghosts promises into the honest archipelagos.
One side option and always you delude through the holiday toward the afternoon loathing roots.
In your mouth of cracking the jungle begins to dream of wetting.
A loaf of bread baked with absurd honor and salt.
A lighthouse focuses its dream of a old ending, its ending, the old ending of the banner order - its delicious enemies.
A wind of perfumes the wheat field carries in refreshing your foot.
My heart moves from being dead to being affluent.
A old warrior's medal focuses its dream of a beginning, its new beginning, the beginning of the well order - its warm phlegm.
A sphere -like vortex the putrid puffer fish shines in the middle of the lyrical pigeon holes.

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