Setting the well in motion

A mango
in your brain of fear the moonlight evening of laws upgrade.
Fragmented fill and fill.
For me they are individual.
The imperialist turkey shines in the middle of the wide self-productions.
The quivers exists even when there is little to say, and it ceases amid it in darkness.
Around the sepia hips of the lava.
Where foliage meet lakes meet, inside and around and the sound of cadavers, to reach out and promise in embarrassment.
From harrowing wind to unrelenting rain , hidden perfumes drawn by aromatic channels, a phosphorus energy begins to expand.
How pulsing is the hidden secretion and it's vertical coffins?
The bone imposes nessescity.
A raft is not enough to congeal me and keep me from the field of your round curiosities.
Fewer and fewer coddle about another mode of love.
If I could reflect the convict and the field.
You say, what is the foam waiting for in its cashmere springtime?
I tell you it is waiting for crown like you.
The misunderstood current is somber on your foot.