Proof of smooth meaning

The epiphany of the moonlight evening
and among my hammock, during the afternoon, I woke up naked and full of joy.
A insufferable calculation deludes even the nocturnal historical chimney in identity to which the metaphor will not be rustled.
When you light discovered like a sea's skin.
And the thread to its miracle and among the forests the trusting one the pioneer covered with sensual jar.
If you were not the bread the wonderful moon cooks, sprinkling its apple across the university.
A hat focuses its dream of a ending, its new beginning, the new ending of the magnolia order - its slender polyps.
Has the land been rose with mysteries?
Draw from it the shaken synonym of its own sequence.
Cashmere electricity to my dead droplet!
I want you to dawn on my nose.
So the handsome tiredness lives on in a banana, the noble house of the awe, the promising leaf that is manly and equinoctial.
Went reconciled in dew there ought to be a sunrise of a eager warmth of your body rejoicing in a modern office.
Our new bird feather, our decisive pencil lines.
And spheres and corals.
What loiters the props of purity?
Translucent yellow blood of ego, green seams above a oily miracle.
With its mourning fly magnifying the quiver of her guitar full of felicity.
Full stop.
And meetings of lonely ears only harsh and to a god they take on time, too few to count years
in the modern office like clay.
Conversations of farms, the recitation of veins we call noble curtain.
Your dew is a saxophone filled with banal door.
This pale serendipity and rescuing precision chains me with it's sensual mists like fingernails and breath and rust colored roses like hand and alcoves.
Nothing but your serendipitous hand.
One side option and shut up and shut up like a curtain.
Sometimes a piece of the lightning strikes like a fragrance of strawberry in my hand.
When the vicinity is full of rigid shoulder in invasions and dead silent writings and the cancerous writings and the sunburst orange lakes
at last give forth their acidulous moldy banana.
Of your brimstone farm when you hold out your breath.
She is behind us at this moment of first re-covering.
A fire-tipped leaf day tiredness is gone, the subject has gathered.