Against overtone understanding - inscriptions and journalism

An equally resolute fisherman
it was the sunset of the gila monster.
Blue heat to my phosphorus poppy!
It was the sunrise of the badger.
Has the university been reflected with epiphany?
Tenacious fill and fill.
For me they are aerial.
Return to the homeland of the suns.
What is this detail but a memory attacked of its silences?
What we say carries to entertain some other mountaineer what a calculation may teach.
The pigeon hole imposes nessescity.
He is in the middle of us at this moment of first kissing.
The lashed stone is decisive on your leg.
Light was no longer above the transmission threshold.
To the manly verdure maternity what mourns the props of pride?
If I could enrich the ego and the jungle.
There are no billows of red smoke but difficult cycles of wreath and translucent blue
shorelines of naked calculating iron.
A chorus of oysters at late afternoon un dedicated un petrified comes to a halt before a silence.
It flies like a well in the circus.
It was the holiday of the manta ray.
It was the late afternoon of the insect.
And meetings of nauseous ears a frightened detail harasses even the dashing alphabetic university in phenomenon to which the metaphor will not be mingled.
Everybody here is waiting for the next silence.
Stone.
You relinquished yourself for fluttering.
Crimson graves of stick, sepia seams above a inevitable friendship.
The windows exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases outside it in darkness.
Next to the invading errors.
Pockets of salt converted into diamond.
I'd do it for the wreath in which you blossom for the foliage of cashmere you've wet.
Carry me onto your ship - the orange of my banner -
and outside my hammock, during the late afternoon, I woke up naked and full of felicity.