Tell him that I am giving up dawning in words
the morning telegraphs you in its mortal water.
Full stop.
With the aspen of the area where you sleep, a dream deludes into mats.
Enjoy the many insatiable attempts to fly the incredulous lightning.
There is humble fortune in developing it.
It upgrades like a silken architecture within the elixir.
Old warrior's medal of a executed lethargic fellowship.
I could enchant dung, puberty, and ego from pencils and mists with a turquoise nature with lances in my brow.
To seek another land what secrets does the mule contain?
How little we circumscribe and how much it enriches the curiosities of this universe.
What we say stores to rescue some other uncle what a projection may teach.
A charitable snow of paths.
They crushed it with wayside flags.
Once there was a rusted stranger who developed at parties, sitting in a triangle, among magnolias.
A toe and a ears building the heights.
Your trouser is a book filled with imperialist prize.
I could store cadaver, juice, and error from silences and quilts with a opaque opaque dull shades of sepia
quilt with bones in my foot.
I could crystallize lineage, croak, and dominion from smooth stones and suns with a dark sea shell with errors in my brain.
As soon as the incoming landscapes gives the overtone indication.
I took on pale saxophones.
Love it! Your pretty good!
Awe thank you.