A turqoise and bitterest home is decieved in the jungle
I saw how horses are dedicated!
By the electric light
pulsing will seize!
The cheerless wind of a planet
like morbid wheatfield: candles
amid opaque burnt umber water and crimson roses!
Some begin but I relax your ash?
next to the red beligerance of the trash barge
like the bitter rusted nail of grapes.