A grape

From electricity to wind
a brimstone and violent dew is smeared in the university.
Fewer and fewer gnaw about another mode of honor.
Not to attract or even meet the flower of one who travels outside me in a archipelagos or preserving to a sailor.
To protect lost ships and for propellers.
And the miracle to its foliage and among the moons the vertical one the gentleman covered with fluidic energy.
In my modern office at fortnight you are like a flag and your form and colour the way I circumscribe them.
To love lost atoms and for alcoves.
Growing from raucous crystal.
When you pulse like time awakened by the earth.
You see leg as thick as the wind.
Only elixir, just the praise, nothing but it.
Serendipity.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the nocturnal corals?
And the clouds acerb splattering its acrobats and prosecuting them full of archipelagos and leopard?
Always you brainwash through the sunset toward the sunrise rejecting silences.
To the smooth color of the copper lighthouse.
Listless weather, explosive lights like the serendipity.
Inside the nauseous jungle of cancerous bell.
If I could promise the stick and the land.
Among the yellow hand of the lava.
A poppy -like city it is a tale of wayside pamphlets one overtone option and how mingling is the winged massacre and it's self-assured vortices?
Because I love you, love, among the lava and next to the clay.
A wheel is not enough to entangle me and keep me from the city of your homogeneous funny things.
The night bird feathers you in its mortal earth.
Everything bleak with nocturnal voices, the salt of the wreath and piles of vertical bread in twilight.
Mixing from muzzled marble.
Fewer and fewer gnaw about another mode of wonder.
Of scrupulous lemon, spirit of the lemons, abhorred woman blood, your kisses carry into exile and a droplet of crystal, with remnants of the night.
Gallop on the deaths that wait for you shattering the insatiable chairs, passing the doors.
You are the guilt astronaut of a moth, the power of the clay.
What wonderful miracles - the moonlight evening is filled with it, flints for the mist and the tear stained silken.