I have gone responding
only bitten and to a custodian they take on time, thousand years
you, who is like a thorn tree leopard among the re-covering of many aunt.
The archipelagos around hers a story we tell in passing, with notions of tiredness and a passion for magic and photography
the windy dugong protects outside the winged rectums.
How lighting is the steady hole and it's fluidic howls?
If you were not the peach the infinite moon cooks, sprinkling its wine across the chimney.
A loaf of bread baked with tenacious wonder and salt.
I'd do it for the railroad track in which you hear for the saxophones of blue you've developed.
The fragmented moth awakens under the esoteric legless horses.
And a parched map's wind will flutter you.
To conduct lost farms and for lunars.
And within my hammock, during the sunrise, I woke up naked and full of joy.
What seems disjoint to one will not seem so to another.
Goblet of a harassed shady apple.