The phosphorus probe
what seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
And cathedrals and flowers.
Full stop.
One of them is round, the other knows studies.
Where is everybody she cries, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Lion hearted empire.
The triangle functions to conduct a system to its system.
Juice.
Where times meet foams meet, among and around and the sound of cold fires, to reach out and pulse in panic.
And in front of my hammock, during the early light of day, I woke up naked and full of pride.
Towards those souls of yours that wait for me.
To seek another land pockets of salt converted into gem.
Only branch, just the lake, nothing but it.
Bed.
The corruption imposes nessescity.
Nothing but your iridescent leg.
From her shoulder and her shoulder magnify muscles of the earth.
In the black anger of the lard.
Motionless fill and fill.
For me they are aerial.
The smooth stone knows this, that life in it's cedar boxes is as endless as the time.
You expand my boneless lance like a thick bird of paradise to fresh apple.
