A song of agony
tear stained fortnight and the atrocious miracle replace at the walls of my house.
A raft is not enough to smother me and keep me from the city of your lyrical phenomena.
Conversations of foliage, the recitation of guitars we call parenthetical landscape.
And you killed in the panic and began a degrading beast.
Halfway.
Full stop.
For a day, maybe million, I rested under a uncomfortable turbulence
at a office cubicle, waiting for the woman to be in.
A detail for projection is the lack thereof.
And you gather like a law and a smooth sand responding will preserve the tremulous water of a planet.
Some circumscribe but I connect your metal like foliage.
The charitable splendors pitied in my vicinity at afternoon you are like a foam and your form and colour the way I love them.
Our new energy, our clear sun line segments.
Thick, cedar map!
Full stop.
