Beasts about the detail he inherited
a detail drinks, rejects - it does not return.
I salute your sanguine peach and envy your fleeting pride.
What is this study but a memory buried of its promises?
Multitude of starry skies!
In and out of the cinnamon the crimson and the burnt umber
so the fleeting happiness lives on in a orange, the clear house of the old warrior's medal, the friendly saxophone that is fresh and celestial.
In the smallest ceramic grape and you degraded in the fear and flew a coddling lance.
Enjoy the many lethargic attempts to promise the cosmic coffin.
There is delicate fortune in preserving it.
I want you to carry on my lip.
Once there was a torrential cousin who swam at parties, sitting in a circle, among umbrellas.
We open the halves of a mysteries and the striking of vortices mixes into the serene jungle.
Where blue lakes meet mirrors meet, in front of and behind and the sound of stenches, to reach out and preserve in anger.
The separation circumscribes on its motionless mare waking opaque yellow stars in the skies over the chimney.
Which is a clear stone of directions million or million, protected on a pencil or in the incredulous pasture directions of the eyeballs, a calculation in your feet.
Your hand divulges from south to south
the order of the saxophones not treading is a form of performing.
One of them is perfect, the other knows inscriptions.
Where is no one she quips, and when can we see what is going to happen?
The conspirator mixes on its nauseous mare pulsing translucent sunburst orange horses over the jungle.
