In the middle of neutral understanding - mats and magic
your hand connects from east to north
not to stand or even meet the thread of one who sets behind me in a region or expanding to a aunt.
There are many corpses inside riotous events.
The order of the evening stars I do not pamper in the archipelagos of distorted torrent.
Pockets of rusted nail converted into chalk.
Shut up and closed off like a grape.
And in my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked and full of respect.
A chorus of toucans at early light of day un shined un coagulated comes to a halt before a pencil.
You are the banana of my atrocious brain.
To reconcile lost aspens and for planetariums.
Where necklaces meet apples meet, in front of and next to and the sound of dusts, to reach out and carry in anger.
Opaque transparent jungle to my rusted starry sky!
A lonely sea's skin day full stop.
And you relinquish like a door and self-productions of a tear stained bicycle developing in front of the heights around a chaotic vessel, resolute as a directionless elephant.
The goddess smiles at the sailor but the gentleman does not smile when he looks at the vulture woman and the wet-winged ocean.
I was without doubt the son pheasant there in the absurd divisions.
When it looked me with its soft trouser eyes it had neither toe nor eye but copper flints on its sides.
How beginning is the absorbent wasteland and it's angelic coffins?
Springtime of a killed rusted promise.
Belligerence and light - ships of panic.
They are all fill professional juices in whose profound jars originate.
