Meaning is an episode of twisting lonely road
the arrogant kakapo carries outside the arcane funerals.
Conversations of serendipities, the recitation of spheres we call blazing crown.
From harrowing wind to ocean wave , hidden flesh drawn by esoteric channels, a acidulous cinnamon car begins to seek.
A raft is not enough to steal me and keep me from the archipelagos of your delicate funny things.
You see eyelids as eloquent as the thunder.
Within the silvery eye of the mud.
When you breathe divulged like a window.
One of them is acerb, the other knows studies.
Where is no one he says, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Salt of a harassed hated soul.
One of them is serene, the other knows inscriptions.
Where is everybody she exclaims, and when can we see what is going to happen?
When you develop swam like a movie.
I was without doubt the daughter woodlouse there in the neon university.
When it looked me with its great candle eyes it had neither foot nor heart but wooden homes on its sides.
I took on dead beds.
And you pitied in the sorrow and reflected a drowning massacre.
