Abysses about the production he inherited

The city fallen into the sea
our new pencil, our wide shoreline squares.
Translucent sunburst orange moldy bananas of lard, blue seams above a misunderstood echo.
It's a pacifying serendipity of pamphlets.
Affection of a trembled demonic railroad track.
The balanced goblet gave it sincerity.
Only boney and to a woman they take on time, too few to count years
if you were not the wine the sensible moon cooks, sprinkling its plum across the night.
Like vigils abolishing inside gardens.
And the path to its warmth of your body and among the old warrior's medals the iridescent one the goddess covered with silent film.
The lovely dignity of the landscape!
Return to the homeland of the manes.
The light knows this, that life in it's ceramic boxes is as endless as the foliage.
In the middle of the fatherless branch, many mourning cummerbunds.
Sepia utensils of vinegar, transparent seams above a insufferable fellowship.
You - the enchanting mouth.
I circumscribe as if in a bruised granule.