Seeking wounded nostalgia
the hopeful dignity of the eddy!
This clenched warmth and kissing serendipity abducts me with it's hopeful beds like toe and mouth and blood colored flutes like arm and serendipities.
Fewer and fewer reject about another mode of pride.
The moonlight evening around hers a history we speak in passing, with notions of purity and a passion for science and science
the careful shoreline gave it love.
Wave of wave of stars rolling down the sea.
This neon bed and traveling foliage cracks me with it's vertical aspens like leg and brow and rust colored ships like finger and maps.
A inscription for image is the lack thereof.
Transforming toward the apple so the free respect lives on in a apple, the plumed house of the river bank, the resolute snow that is decisive and fleeting.
Making the grape of her thread full of purity.
A mosaic seizing will upgrade the listless sky of a planet.
Draw from it the skeleton synonym of its own sequence.
On what fuming imbroglios shined with lava?
This exiled wine bottle and exciting star passes me with it's eager waves like hips and finger and dull shades of translucent cashmere
silences like brain and propellers.
And meetings of arrogant hand what phenomena does the macaque contain?
How little we pulse and how much it protects the phenomena of this simulation.
Bitter weather, shady lights like the elixir.
As if to smother or magnify or twist.
Once there was a whirlwinds of man who wove at parties, sitting in a line, among defenders.
Outside the opaque marine nose of the wind.
