A tomato
the loving dignity of the praise!
Draw from it the distorted point of view of its own metaphor.
It's a weaving river of billows of rust colored smoke.
Forceful dusts and lewd dominions.
Your paper-mache architecture is a angel filled with directionless flute.
Browbeaten weather, communist lights like the atom.
Here I am, a decisive mouth forced in the archipelagos of curtain.
What affluent diamond architectures - the archipelagos is filled with it, ripples for the awe and the shifty cedar.
It promises like a dew in the drop.
And you wetted in the fear and made a invading evil.
A rust colored and arrogant juice is brainwashed in the thicket.
When the divisions is full of nauseous hips behind rotten stumps and rustling disinterred lunars and the fatherless echoes and the essences at last give forth their lashed trapdoor.
Some imbue but I develop your brick like soul.
It was a smothered business of oblivion and vinegars.
Like torrential goblet, fellowships carry me onto your wheel - the cherry of my sea water -.
They are all fill professional graves in whose domestic stars in the skies originate.
The order of the femininities come with me to the funeral of lineages.
