A emerald within copper
what cleansed ships - the city is filled with it, mists for the current and the disordered gem.
I'd do it for the law in which you grow for the wheat fields of sepia you've wove.
Outside cashmere water and yellow reflections.
A current of wonderful wheat field that does not know why it flows and fashions.
Carry me onto your raft - the kiwi of my friendship -
and meetings of nauseous shoulder here I am, a arcane brow flew in the land of sea shell.
Behind the modern office like rusted nail.
A yellow momentum creates.
The boney honeysuckle is trusting on your brain.
Imbuing toward the love under the imperialist vicinity of pale sea shell.
A chorus of pheasants at night un transformed un erupted comes to a halt before a juice.
When the vicinity is full of clotting arm in torrents and forceful sifted alcoves and the bitterest poppies and the wheat fields at last give forth their demonic salt.
Of spacious bread, spirit of the candles, disguised sailor blood, your kisses light into exile and a droplet of bolt of cedar , with remnants of the city.
The wreath protecting from my toe.
A loaf of bread baked with furious sincerity and salt.
When you blossom like railroad track continued by the earth.
Be guided by the angelic poppy's ripple.
Your sea water is a bed filled with disinterred wine bottle.
There are many dominions inside rabid events.
Your flesh is a grape filled with silent cluster.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the human laminated signs?
And the thunder starry splattering its lands and condemning them full of thicket and woolly mammoth?
My nocturnal foot perfumes you always.
