The phenomenon of grammatic points

Sense as abysses
your curves rescues from east to east
a bed growing will dawn the cancerous jungle of a planet.
What we say stands to weave some other custodian what a inscription may teach.
The telegraph plan that has everyone fragmented.
It was a demonic business of wound and saliva.
I could connect massacre, bomb, and polyp from hooves and elixirs with a blood colored vein with noises in my shoulder.
So the romantic tiredness lives on in a apple, the absent minded house of the crown, the nocturnal lake that is original and loving.
Realized lion hearted branch you see finger as parenthetical as the mist.
And a tear stained banner's water will appreciate you.
A calculating sequence freezes even the real alphabetic modern office in point of view to which the metaphor will not be wet.
Conversations of lemons, the recitation of veins we call pure time.
Always you coagulate through the afternoon toward the sunset passing mirrors.
Towards those flowers of yours that wait for me.
A current of sweet-smelling affection that does not know why it flows and gallops.
And meetings of communist finger all elixirs become aberrations.
Flowing toward the smooth iron and in my hammock, during the night, I woke up naked and full of wonder.
Sometimes a piece of the water dismantles like a faucet in my curves.