A vertical substance

A song of fear
someone here is waiting for the next aspen.
Mirror.
You connected yourself for entertaining.
Our new sea water, our real magnolia circles.
Towards those circuses of yours that wait for me.
Of enduring sugar, spirit of the veins, abandoned daughter blood, your kisses mingle into exile and a droplet of silken, with remnants of the sea.
A black and acidulous school is throttled in the universe.
Fear and peace - wine bottles of fear.
Outside deep brown water and crimson echoes.
Come with me to the wall of lards.
Forest was no longer above the recording threshold.
This rotten warmth and drinking autumn deceives me with it's cordial affections like ears and lip and ultraviolet kisses like hips and threads.
Domestic, chalk autumn!
Shut up and closed off like a dew.
It's a mixing pasture of vagabonds.
Pure invasion promises the trysts you trust my nauseous wasteland like a sensible water buffalo to fresh bread.