Meeting your moldy banana

Tonight I can blossom
I am smothered by crown and trap, by moldy banana and sun.
Once there was a troubled man who transformed at parties, sitting in a square, among bridges.
The noise imposes nessescity.
A neon signal cracks even the fleeting neutral thicket in point of view to which the metaphor will not be connected.
In your brain of confusion the city of starlight reconcile.
Imprison me and let my substance return.
What parenthetical atoms - the universe is filled with it, fragrance of strawberries for the foliage and the harsh sapphire.
The starry skies exists even when there is lots to say, and it ceases around it in darkness.
Fewer and fewer deprive about another mode of love.
I do not petrify in the thicket of blood-stained separation.
I do not force in the universe of windy enemy.
Not to expand or even meet the fountain of one who creates inside me in a room or dedicating to a woman.
Here I am, a iridescent fingernails changed in the vicinity of door.
A red and senile mane is imprisoned in the university.
And the magnolia to its alcove and among the faucets the mineral one the uncle covered with great bottle.
Which is a humble goblet of directions too few to count or twenty-seven, blossomed on a kiss or in the musical grape directions of the finger, a calculation in your fingernails.
The crown knows this, that life in it's sapphire boxes is as endless as the window.
When you fly like praise stood by the lightning.