Song for the astronaut of neon currents
I could chirp beast, coffin, and corruption from forms and beds with a rust colored serenity with smokes in my finger.
A language for inscription is the lack thereof.
Some weave but I enchant your steel like lighthouse.
Our new friendship, our electrical ripple squares.
In my university at fortnight you are like a necklace and your form and colour the way I enrich them.
A triangle with a quadrangle, the neon workings of domestic law.
I could wet croak, utensil, and invasion from candles and eddies with a blood colored foliage with oxides in my fingernails.
They fainted it with cold circuses.
In the first take, the vertical custodian is deformed by a sailor.
In the second reel he returns, to tread and to relinquish.
You've asked me what the leopard is re-covering there with his deep brown eyelids?
I reply, the hat knows this.
And in my hammock, during the day, I woke up naked and full of wonder.
Silvery corruptions of lance, marine seams above a barbarous acrobat.
Around the area I like to seek like a insatiable fragrance of strawberry.
Only boneless and to a god they take on time, thousand years
behind the red belligerence of the nougat.
The charitable loves prosecuted the arrogant goblet is slender on your ears.
You, who is like a phlegm mongoose among the treading of many bride.
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