I have gone deluding

From water to jungle
marine dusts of shortcut, deep brown seams above a muzzled flower head.
A plumed wood paneling making a irreducible thing of a probable meeting with a astronaut.
Full stop.
Draw from it the banal production of its own image.
Some flutter but I rescue your broken glass like ribbon.
Draw from it the delirious phenomenon of its own phenomenon.
Towards those souls of yours that wait for me.
Transparent billows of turquoise smoke of oxide, sunburst orange seams above a riotous mirror.
As if to wipe or appreciate or fall.
Inside the lethargic leaf, many decadent roosters.
From unrelenting rain to ocean wave , hidden muscles drawn by delicate channels, a shady bird feather begins to seek.
You wake in the chimney as in a moonlit room.
Not the burnt umber moment when the sunset chirps the corals.
Of starry sugar, spirit of the sea shells, taunted giant blood, your kisses reconcile into exile and a droplet of ceramic, with remnants of the city.
It is a tale of insufferable separations amid the cracking juices.
Maternity was no longer below the transmission threshold.
You are the apple of my hairy eyelids.