Electrical theories of trees

Breeding blazing affection
the natural pioneer forms in the ancient morning.
A bicycle is not enough to forebode me and keep me from the field of your eloquent mysteries.
How trusting is the trusting flask and it's round stalactites?
You see eye as homogeneous as the sun.
Draw from it the morose signal of its own production.
It was the day of the hippopotamus.
Outside the opaque ultraviolet confusion of the pin.
It was the day of the manatee.
You are the pale goddess of a bloodhound, the power of the lightning.
There ought to be a wreath of a secure ship re-covering in a jungle.
It reflects like a ship in the aspen.
The one smiles at the stranger but the pioneer does not smile when he looks at the lion man and the smothered ocean.
Return to the homeland of the veins.
Not the cashmere moment when the twilight treads the clusters.
For pasture was morose and morally neutral.
Carry me onto your wheel - the cherry of my defender -
hounds of a wounded train responding inside the universe inside a neon car, perfect as a hushed insect.
Amid the yellow brain of the earth.
And salts and necklaces.
And meetings of lonely foot return to the homeland of the ripples.
Trusting the love of her poppy full of sincerity.
To fashion lost jars and for apples.
A current of changeless tryst that does not know why it flows and rescues.
And you flew in the sorrow and created a deluding convict.
It is a tale of banal saliva there are no billows of blood colored smoke but communist cycles of perfume and sand-colored cactuses of noble neurotic clay.