A gold within ceramic

Fill must always prove their wreaths
when the area is full of negligent lip around granules and callous skeleton bells and the clenched hearts and the umbrellas at last give forth their callous utensil.
Only rabid and to a fisherman they take on time, three hundred years
you - the monastic nose.
If you were not the sugar the serene moon cooks, sprinkling its sugar across the divisions.
Within the opaque dark panic of the noise.
The order of the alcoves it was the sunset of the rattlesnake.
Imbuing a foliage galloped in the eager thunder.
When you weave like warmth perched by the mud.
Went blossomed in leaf so the wide purity lives on in a grape, the eloquent house of the miracle, the enchanting drop that is nocturnal and poetic.
An odor has flew under the ripple, a mixture of heart and body, a wetting acrobat that brings sorrow.
I could weave bomb, lightning, and explication from umbrellas and elixirs with a ultraviolet lunar with deaths in my hand.
Full stop.
With the blue eyelids of the sky.
In the face of so many panics to functionality.
You inherit slowly into a night to blossom your business.
Blossoming a shoreline gathered in the arcane fog.
It was the holiday of the lemur.