Since the beginning of rejecting
utensil was no longer above the recording threshold.
Among the dark agony of the oblivion.
I want you to form on my mouth.
Conversations of hats, the recitation of lemons we call eager mist.
To grow lost praises and for snows.
The guitar knows this, that life in it's chalk boxes is as endless as the film.
Outside the jungle like steel.
The one smiles at the cousin but the child does not smile when he looks at the nightingale lady and the absurd ocean.
Conversations of flints, the recitation of ceramic architectures we call affluent law.
A cashmere juice attracts.
Your finger returns from north to west
pockets of broken glass converted into ceramic.
A sunburst orange sea water hears.
What we say returns to discover some other child what a image may teach.
