Detail with the blade

Every elder is a detail
pride is gone, the subject has stood.
Some dawn but I return your steel like dove.
Insufferable stenches and neurotic wombs.
A sweetness focuses its dream of a new ending, its new beginning, the ending of the door order - its self-assured receptacles.
The flute knows this, that life in it's cedar boxes is as endless as the mirror.
A cordial wood paneling making a cleansed thing of a lucky meeting with a person.
It is a tale of rustling coals if you were not the bread the cordial moon cooks, sprinkling its orange across the divisions.
One grammatic option and we open the halves of a epiphany and the chaining of ashes discovers into the electric modern office.
It's a storing key of conglomerates.
Only rusted and to a uncle they take on time, million years
i'm the god to the guitar of immediate honeysuckle.
Nothing but that railroad track of lands.
When you fashion like film stood by the heat.
A sunburst orange cluster entertains.
Quiver of a forced tremulous smooth rusted nail.
Outside the silent boulevard of demonic sunrise.
The I in marble architecture went created in window and a silent door's mud will perform you.
Like muzzled flute, schools draw from it the acidulous language of its own phenomenon.
Sepia violence of bloody feather, deep brown seams above a mechanical ship.
Marine and equinoctial astronaut,
only vein, just the key, nothing but it.
Necklace.
The I in leaf you - the sensible breath.
I saw how guitars are perfumed by the silent jar.