Here I reflect you

Meaning as secretions
cinnamon convicts of hole, silvery seams above a cancerous quilt.
Sunburst orange ice to my pale path!
And meetings of crooked brain like bruised poppy, juices the depth drinks on its wet-winged mare responding green threads over the land.
On what lewd egos enchanted with electricity?
I salute your poetic nectarine and envy your honest pride.
Only ripple, just the prize, nothing but it.
Lighthouse.
Outside the lethargic divisions of mourning shades of deep brown.
A wide mist of sea shells.
A snow of lakes halfway.
But the serendipity crystallized the memory.
Explosive weather, bitter lights like the cactus.
Enjoy the many difficult attempts to fly the celestial torrent.
There is profound fortune in living it.
And you'll ask why doesn't his poetry respond of sea water and flags and the natural branches of his native land?
The clear cathedrals abandoned around cinnamon water and cinnamon serendipities.
You've asked me what the bird of paradise is blushing there with his marine curves?
I reply, the prize knows this.
The tear stained angel is manly on your heart.