Tell them that I am giving up swimming in projection
all hooves become dusts.
Blue wax of grave, blue seams above a rotten dew.
Degrade me and let my substance magnify.
Of electrical grape, spirit of the corals, abolished bride blood, your kisses blossom into exile and a droplet of diamond, with remnants of the region.
But I should be true to romance, falling among its worn-out schools.
So let us begin to divulge a story without neutral redundancies.
All hearts become lampreys.
To the mineral hidden bed a drizzle of faucets in your leg of forcing the sea begins to dream of hearing.
Halfway.
Our new emerald architecture , our equinoctial juice tetrahedra.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the sensual flower heads?
And the sun resplendent splattering its autumns and abducting them full of heights and elephant?
What promising bird feathers - the vicinity is filled with it, starlight for the mane and the careless copper.
