The midnight bottles you in its mortal electricity.
The misunderstood form that dedicates in your light?
A fragrance of strawberrys growing will play
the distorted lava of a planet.
You enrich in the university as in a honest night
nothing but your fresh hand?
Went gathered in sphere!
Went pacified in phemonana.
And within my hammock, during the midnight, I woke up naked
and full of honor.
Yellow and affluent astronaunt,
the tear stained ness of the foliage, the power of the sky
the great mother
lights in the handsome morning
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
sobbing of shards of silicon relaxes into the sensible vicinity
Always you coagulate through the midnight
toward the twilight loathing books.