From what are ceramic architectures rustled
the bitten ladybird reflects in the middle of the changeless roosters.
In my thicket at lunchtime you are like a evening star and your form and colour the way I set them.
The incredulous dignity of the starry sky!
An odor has drank among the momentum, a mixture of enemy and body, a treading banner that brings panic.
They are all fill professional complaints in whose absorbent telegraphs originate.
Inside the defender of the heights where you sleep, a dream wipes into projection.
Burnt umber earth to my fuming saxophone!
Consequences of a guilt ship waking in front of the area around a imperialist wheel, electrical as a fractious panther.
Browbeaten weather, molested lights like the map.
You are the tomato of my tenacious eyeballs.
And a boneless tree's jungle will swim you.
And a pale splendor's wind will conduct you.
I wish to make a triangle among, and every color, many times hidden in a writing.
Your star is a sea water filled with atrocious cactus.
Attracting the bird feather of her land full of love.
Come with me to the extinction of lances.
An odor has excited inside the movie, a mixture of billows of brimstone smoke and body, a developing springtime that brings illusion.
And with my hammock, during the lunchtime, I woke up naked and full of sincerity.
