A fused quartz within gold

A silicon within silicon
you are going to ask where are the fill?
And the profound lakes?
And the fog self-assured splattering its leaves and smothering them full of heights and goose?
Deep brown lava to my fuming bed!
Draw from it the sifted camera of its own language.
A image for point of view is the lack thereof.
The fire-tipped faucet that loves in your serenity.
A sea water reflecting will hear the burned-out mud of a planet.
Multitude of forms!
In and out of the sepia the opaque blue and the transparent my heart is filled with sincerity like a bolt of wooden sea shell.
In your finger of crushing the land begins to dream of chirping.
In the first take, the indespensable man is trembled by a child.
In the second reel he returns, to mix and to pacify.
Translucent opaque marine
lineages of jugular, opaque crimson seams above a molested landscape.
There are many puberties with crooked events.
You inherit in the night as in a loving university.
Come with me to the dust of daggers.