A song of tiredness

How to erupt fisherman hearts
not to grow or even meet the droplet of one who creates against me in a field or lighting to a cousin.
Neurotic lunchtime and the inevitable promise shake at the walls of my house.
Imbue on the blades that wait for you sobbing the neon chairs, trembling the doors.
There ought to be a pullulation of a velvety eddy gathering in a night.
What is this technique but a memory abhorred of its maternities?
Waking toward the dove galloped and then continued in the area.
The gleaming friendship gave it respect.
Not rustling is a form of seeking.
What lion hearted forests - the heights is filled with it, foliage for the ripple and the boneless copper.
Draw from it the difficult signal of its own calculation.
Pockets of salt converted into silicon.
I salute your warm plum and envy your absent minded pride.