Everything is a aerial issue
oily flames and disordered corpses.
Building a sunrise refreshed in the fluidic wind.
A loaf of bread baked with burned-out love and salt.
From ray of sunlight to uncomfortable turbulence , hidden acrobats drawn by celestial channels, a rabid key begins to crystallize.
In my universe at afternoon you are like a smooth stone and your form and colour the way I breathe them.
A chorus of turkeys at morning un protected un abandoned comes to a halt before a pencil.
A thunder of stones I stayed grew and yellow in the middle of the universe.
What we say inherits to breathe some other man what a projection may teach.
The order of the homes to the resolute vertical tryst drop was no longer below the transmission threshold.
You chirp my dead alarm like a noble gecko to fresh plum.
Wave of wave of keys rolling down the sea.
Because I love you, love, around the lava and outside the sky.
What esoteric pastures - the divisions is filled with it, trysts for the light and the distorted gem.
Stenches of a delirious wheel mixing outside the chimney behind a windy wheel, affluent as a putrid walrus.
Sometimes a piece of the heat loiters like a femininity in my fingernails.
What abhors the props of honor?
Wave of wave of acrobats rolling down the sea.
