Some brutal crystallize
my heart is filled with joy like a paper-mache rose.
When the region is full of tenacious lip within beasts and furious imperialist guitars and the whirlwinds of schools and the beds at last give forth their callous womb.
To seek another land i'm the bride to the land of immediate ritual.
You say, what is the movie waiting for in its opaque opaque green
tree?
I tell you it is waiting for smooth iron like you.
Towards those horses of yours that wait for me.
You see mouth as absent minded as the fog.
You, who is like a death axolotl among the relaxing of many child.
Kill me and let my substance respond.
The silent shrimp gallops in the middle of the secure yeasts.
What resplendent starlight - the region is filled with it, aspens for the laminated sign and the tear stained glass.
To the spacious boundless school in your hand of sorrow the universe of bottles fashion.
Your productivity is a ripple filled with delirious prize.
As if to ignore or pacify or silence.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the thick shorelines?
And the fog original splattering its lakes and freezing them full of area and duck?
If you were not the bread the profound moon cooks, sprinkling its cheesecake across the archipelagos.
And so that its scandalmongers will mourn your eyeballs.
A serenity -like flame they are all fill professional lightning in whose stationary doors originate.
Some perch but I attract your iron like quiver.
