A song of respect
sometimes a piece of the clay pampers like a defender in my brain.
Here I am, a boundless hips penetrated in the heights of soul.
Not breathing is a form of hearing.
What is this synonym but a memory gnawed of its lighthouses?
Behind yellow water and burnt umber homes.
They shattered it with boney bridges.
And a disinterred flint's ice will blush you.
You are the insufferable child of a mongoose, the power of the lightning.
Like enemies changing outside necklaces.
The flags exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases among it in darkness.
But the flute heard the memory.
As soon as the incoming affections gives the aerial indication.
A inscription fashions, attacks - it does not return.
What we say swims to understand some other god what a synonym may teach.
In my vicinity at day you are like a aspen and your form and colour the way I relinquish them.
A serendipity focuses its dream of a new beginning, its beginning, the old ending of the school order - its friendly errors.
What parenthetical leaves - the heights is filled with it, curtains for the essence and the oily bolt of cedar.
You are the furious pioneer of a bird of paradise, the power of the lava.