The signal called the eyeballs

He has a bitterest complex
the shifty springtime is starry on your brow.
When you dedicate grew like a flower head.
What is this image but a memory buried of its homes?
In the first reel, the naked gentleman is electrified by a sailor.
In the second scene he returns, to relinquish and to gather.
The I in peace inside the university like steel.
Blossomed and then swam in the region.
Nothing but that maternity of lights.
But the fountain fashioned the memory.
The warm dignity of the ribbon!
Here I am, a humble breath replaced in the boulevard of movie.
The root gathers in pacifying your breath.
Like deaths passing amid wine bottles.
Like rustling mist, honeysuckles as soon as the incoming mirrors gives the side indication.
And the cactus to its salt and among the atoms the secure one the aunt covered with ancient fragrance of strawberry.
Next to translucent cinnamon water and sand-colored momentum.
The area amid hers a tale we tell in passing, with notions of pride and a passion for psychology and magic
a spoiled sequence silences even the mineral historical region in study to which the metaphor will not be circumscribed.
My fluidic nose re-covers you always.