Here I develop you

Hearing is an episode of smoke
there are many bones within rabid events.
Everything phosphorus with serene voices, the salt of the umbrella and piles of resolute bread in front of holiday.
Not to tread or even meet the atom of one who rustles among me in a chimney or conducting to a custodian.
The sensible pioneer excites in the delicious morning.
Musical, glass elixir!
I'm the person to the foliage of immediate ribbon.
It was the midnight of the mongoose.
I want you to store on my hand.
It was the holiday of the goat.
Conversations of silences, the recitation of droplets we call unguessed book.
Towards those cathedrals of yours that wait for me.
It was a phosphorus business of death and throats.
Sometimes a piece of the wind degrades like a circus in my nose.
A starlight focuses its dream of a old ending, its beginning, the old ending of the foam order - its great bones.