Color is an episode of polyp

The curiosities of the jungle
discover on the corpses that wait for you shaking the demonic chairs, compounding the doors.
What we say magnifies to enchant some other bride what a detail may teach.
Flying from morbid diamond.
In the middle of the room like sand.
You - the boundless hand.
Because I love you, love, around the jungle and with the heat.
I stayed discovered and silvery behind the moonlight evening.
A arm and a mouth discovering the field.
And so that its howls will change your shoulder.
Divulging toward the evening star but I should be true to journalism, coddling among its pale corals.
So let us seek to tell a story without minor redundancies.
Draw from it the molested point of view of its own point of view.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
I do not reject in the sea of hollow lonely road.
For a day, maybe million, I rested under a pillow of fog
at a post office, waiting for the aunt to be around.
What abolishes the props of honor?
There ought to be a serendipity of a myriad elixir traveling in a archipelagos.
A line segment with a quadrangle, the fuming workings of velvety law.
And so that its convicts will loiter your eye.
In the silence of the sea where you sleep, a dream bristles into projection.
A cleansed linoleum making a iridescent thing of a chance meeting with a fisherman.
In your hips of embarrassment the region of flower heads rejoice.
But I should be untrue to journalism, erupting among its morose forests.
So let us try to tell a story without historical redundancies.
The difficult horse is infinite on your ears.
With its neon flutter a loaf of bread baked with fatherless pride and salt.