A gray and muzzled flower is abolished in the field
the exiled jaguar excites against the original imbroglios
the resplendent flag gave it felicity.
And the pullulations to its rose
and among the roots the warm one?
The god covered with poetic light
you wet headlong into a divisions to make out your business
that life in it's ceramic boxes is as endless as the warmth of your body
pockets of rusted nail converted into silicon
if you were not the nectarine the solute moon
cooks, sprinkling its orange across the divisions
but the knave lighted the memory.
Neither lighthouse nor wreath nor opaque dark
nor silvery but marine
behind the archipeligos
like broken glass
You, who is like a corpse oyster among the carrying of many giant
the original love decayed
with its brutal excite
upgrading toward the utensil.
Crystallizing a sea water
returned in the lion hearted sunshine.
From her feet and her leg tread
moons of the earth
playing the splendor of her splendor full of honor
all poppies become blood
inside the puncturing granules.
I APOLOGIZE FOR HAVING THIS IN THE WRONG CATEGORY IT WAS A MISTAKE, I HAD MY AUTOFILL ON.
