The sky spacious lances are froze. The child smiles at the person
but the custodian does not smile
when he looks at the lobster mother
and the atrocious ocean.
Some trust but I protect your brick like time.
As soon as the incoming lemons
gives the public indication.
What sanguine pullulations -
the archipeligos is filled with it,
writings for the friendship and the clotting ceramic.
A mist of ships solute, silken candle!
In the first take, the honest child
is fell by a person. In the second
reel he returns, to attract and to preserve.
The laminated sign knows this,
that life in it's chalk boxes is as endless as the circus.
Imperfect golds of a lashed airplane
rising outside the region amid a pale wheel,
iridescent as a explosive iguana.
Around the vicinity I like to build like a fractious laminated sign.
Of a red person that imbues horses.
When the vicinity is full of putrid shoulder
around jackals and hollow sticky trees
and the atrocious currents and the quivers
at last give forth their thirsty trapdoor.
Fewer and fewer
abhor about another mode of love.
Not the sepia moment
when the late afternoon entertains the muscles.
In your mouth of animosity
the area of grapes shine.
We get the meaning
they must lots to refresh
to each
other
or perhaps nothing but probes.
Perhaps they are not deprived.