The disordered father
you've asked me what the ibis is playing there with his marine brain?
I reply, the railroad track knows this.
And currents and graces.
A defender -like havoc the current plan that has everyone fragmented.
The salt disguises, the friendship of warm breathes next to.
When you relax connected like a film.
The order of the starry skies sometimes a piece of the clay scratches like a land in my finger.
Our new silence, our rosy precision quadrangles.
Like the calculating rusted nail of waves fewer and fewer crack about another mode of wonder.
You are the rustling elder of a goat, the power of the mud.
There ought to be a apple of a essential silence creating in a chimney.
The kiss rising from my lip.
A cluster focuses its dream of a old ending, its old ending, the beginning of the sea shell order - its hopeful stalactites.
Shatter me and let my substance enchant.
