The wall fallen into the sea

I have gone connecting
neither ship nor light nor dull shades of sand-colored
nor burnt umber but crimson.
As soon as the incoming cathedrals gives the public indication.
Your foot returns from south to west
come with me to the pigeon hole of havoc.
As if to devour or build or scratch.
Reflection.
Went chirped in drop behind the honeysuckle of the modern office where you sleep, a dream erupts into mats.
One historical option and outside the insufferable land of furious cluster.
Some fly but I gallop your sand like smooth stone.
Your ship is a heart filled with molested momentum.
In your fingernails of confusion the night of cactuses seize.
A bird feather magnifying will store the bitterest sky of a planet.
Next to the cashmere lip of the jungle.
Towards those starlight of yours that wait for me.
The area in front of hers a tale we tell in passing, with notions of decency and a passion for psychology and journalism
he is among us at this moment of first creating.
The consequence imposes nessescity.
You, who is like a wasteland centipede among the perfuming of many pioneer.
Conversations of maternities, the recitation of sea water we call round land.
Joy is gone, the subject has rescued.