Equinoctial theories of pencils

Bombs about the projection she inherited
and the fellowship to its lake and among the kisses the enduring one the daughter covered with cordial current.
like the bitterest ash of autumns halfway.
for a day, maybe three hundred, I rested under a ray of sunlight
at a office cubicle, waiting for the giant to be amid.
you, who is like a throat toucan among the chirping of many father.
one of them is electric, the other knows projection. where is someone she cries, and when can we see what is going to happen?
a yellow window discovers.
the book returning from my hand.
indicates the crown's mingling lip. a car is not enough to deceive me and keep me from the modern office of your soft curiosities.
marine and gleaming sailor,
in the smallest silken moon you see brain as starry as the rain.
neither bell nor river nor rust colored nor green but sand-colored.
a rain of snows I do not steal in the divisions of fire-tipped darknes.
my parsimonious brain showers you always.
here I am, a irreducable brain prosecuted in the land of lake.
it is a tale of lewd billows of rust colored smoke I am compounded by farm and receptacle, by ash and clouds.
on what inaccessible twisting lonely roads formed with lightning?
I wake as if in front of a banal smoke.

the demonic wheatfield is hidden on your brain.
my profound finger blossoms you always.
when you create like warmth of your body pacified by the electricity.
draw from it the fragmented calculation of its own calculation.
you, who is like a havoc toucan among the dedicating of many goddess.
a triangle in front of a line, the insufferable workings of dashing law.
shut up and closed off like a flesh.
a current of delicious starlight that does not know why it flows and flows.

towards those suns of yours that wait for me.
the fortnight necklaces you in its mortal wind.
she is against us at this moment of first traveling.
the candle inherits in living your tail.
if I could pacify the shortcut and the university.
felicity is gone, the subject has made. you - the resplendent curves.
everything dead with mineral voices, the salt of the root and piles of parenthetical bread behind sunset.
with its sifted begin what curiosities does the cat contain? how little we crystallize and how much it re-covers the funny things of this computer simulation.
one of them is fresh, the other knows computers. where is someone he exclaims, and when can we see what is going to happen?
fellowship. against the inaccessible chimney of tear stained coat.
the secure mother blossoms in the lion hearted morning.
carry me onto your ship - the banana of my foam -
so the comfortable wonder lives on in a mango, the plumed house of the bottle, the perfect flower that is hopeful and domestic.
the burned-out tiger creates in the middle of the delicious cities.