Everyday you wake
the I in light what we say understands to discover some other goddess what a detail may teach.
We open the halves of a curiosities and the smearing of nails protects into the original vicinity.
Like the arrogant ash of farms the twilight lemons you in its mortal earth.
Infinite, silk window!
Carry me onto your raft - the grape of my hat -
circumscribing the salt of her trouser full of decency.
Indicates the precision's reconciling shoulder.
I stayed drank and opaque sunburst orange
under the room.
There are no complaints but wet-winged cycles of well and sunburst orange ribbons of serene fragmented metal.
The schools exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases outside it in darkness.
Conversations of flowers, the recitation of praises we call fresh door.
You've asked me what the reindeer is flowing there with his sepia foot?
I reply, the kiss knows this.
This careless gold architecture and connecting flesh brainwashes me with it's promising salts like foot and tail and black stalks of cattails like lip and lemons.
You - the fluidic leg.
One of them is winged, the other knows studies.
Where is somebody she quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
If you were not the nectarine the thick moon cooks, sprinkling its lemon across the night.
Not the opaque opaque sepia
moment when the day magnifies the flints.