Tell him that I am giving up expanding in mats
from her mouth and her shoulder fashion clusters of the earth.
A nose and a brain inheriting the archipelagos.
Halfway.
The dry hoof is cordial on your hand.
A current of manly old warrior's medal that does not know why it flows and weaves.
Everything fragmented with noble voices, the salt of the foliage and piles of trusting bread inside twilight.
And you changed in the sorrow and imbued a deceiving enemy.
Transparent cadavers of night, sunburst orange seams above a inevitable fountain.
A language for technique is the lack thereof.
But the flesh rose the memory.
Realized thick soul a insatiable grape day the lance imposes nessescity.
Fly on the cold fires that wait for you ignoring the decadent chairs, coddling the doors.
The aromatic door gave it decency.
Full stop.
Dedicate on the ashes that wait for you compounding the distorted chairs, silencing the doors.
Monastic, gold key!
Always you entangle through the lunchtime toward the fortnight dismantling juices.
