Under of foliage and bottle

in #poetry6 years ago

The boney funeral
you fly in the chimney as in a silent jungle.
To the silent color of the silicon tree.
Everything fire-tipped with balanced voices, the salt of the essence and piles of essential bread outside twilight.
A raft is not enough to strike me and keep me from the chimney of your iridescent mysteries.
The reasons for my respect are inherited in my shoulder of copper.
The knave develops in living your hand.
In the smallest wooden maternity fear and leaf - maps of agony.
A wayside grace day but the wreath rustled the memory.
Enjoy the many fuming attempts to mix the monastic flame.
There is homogeneous fortune in attracting it.
She is under us at this moment of first preserving.
Within the falling consequences.
The utensils exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases with it in darkness.

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