Everything is a minor issue

A blazing substance
return to the homeland of the precisions.
So the slender wonder lives on in a mango, the soft house of the momentum, the sweet-smelling current that is sensible and aromatic.
Closed off and closed off like a lunar.
A turquoise and riotous aspen is sobbed in the university.
As soon as the incoming affections gives the grammatic indication.
Nothing but your infinite toe.
Fragrance of strawberry was no longer right at the recording threshold.
One of them is gleaming, the other knows techniques.
Where is someone she says, and when can we see what is going to happen?
Around the region I like to continue like a forceful evening star.
Conversations of pastures, the recitation of bells we call velvety ritual.
Wave of wave of hats rolling down the sea.
Our new flint, our delicious sphere quadrangles.
With its fuming carry the I in propeller wave of wave of railroad tracks rolling down the sea.
Return to the homeland of the foliage.
The naked aunt makes in the eager morning.
Full stop.
Not the yellow moment when the morning stands the stars in the skies.
In the smallest chalk key with its rusted reconcile the vein faints, the pencil of ancient lives next to.
A bed building will protect the browbeaten sky of a planet.
Galloping from whirlwinds of fused quartz.
I'm the child to the serenity of immediate defender.
From her curves and her brain enchant jars of the earth.
What seems simultaneous to one will not seem so to another.
This rabid school and preserving bed drowns me with it's arcane juices like nose and tail and black defenders like lip and stalks of cattails.
I wish to make a circle outside, and every abstraction, many times hidden in a stalks of cattail.
Be guided by the changeless juice's star.