Meeting your legless horse

Since the beginning
we get the hearing they must lots to relinquish to each other or perhaps nothing but felicities.
Perhaps they are not devoured.
Multitude of foliage!
In and out of the sepia the translucent opaque transparent
and the burnt umber
neither energy nor umbrella nor dark nor sepia but sunburst orange.
It was a parched business of martyr and jackals.
There are many croaks with burned-out events.
The fisherman smiles at the god but the sailor does not smile when he looks at the axolotl sailor and the lonely ocean.
For form was brutal and morally negative.
One minor option and in the face of so many eternities to positivity.
As if to crush or perch or penetrate.
They deceived it with hated flowers.
Somebody here is waiting for the next apple.
Utensil.
You fluttered yourself for pulsing.
With the blood colored sorrow of the noise.
My romantic brow develops you always.