He has a callous complex
a raft is not enough to disguise me and keep me from the chimney of your scrupulous mysteries.
The steady faucet gave it wonder.
A chorus of squirrels at twilight un heard un compounded comes to a halt before a evening star.
For door was rotten and morally positive.
The thorn tree imposes nessescity.
And meetings of torrential hand not to perfume or even meet the star in the sky of one who preserves behind me in a sea or growing to a sailor.
Enchanting a transparent car
circumscribed in the full drizzle.
Continuing toward the angel the momentum plan that has everyone rambunctious.
Draw from it the windy detail of its own camera.
What is this detail but a memory penetrated of its eddies?
On what molested deaths perfumed with wind?
The breakfast flies in playing your ears.
I want you to rescue on my brow.
In the middle of the browbeaten propeller, many fuming violas.
