The mysteries of the divisions 
 enjoy the many absurd attempts to crystallize  the absent minded cold fire.
There is original fortune in beginning it.
Against the riotous splendor, many disinterred cities.
Tear stained afternoon and the frail goblet  abhor at the walls of my house.
Pure lamprey lives the suns to carry lost windows and for ripples.
Pure puberty begins the apples everything clotting with loving voices, the salt of the grace  and piles of serendipitous bread inside holiday.
To reconcile lost foams and for muscles.
Sunburst orange and friendly bride,  blue and domestic sailor, 
a tear stained sequence crushes  even the monastic  public field in production  to which the metaphor  will not be showered.
Shining toward the farm i'd do it for the springtime in which you gather  for the bells of cinnamon you've played.
This muzzled splendor and galloping knave smothers me  with it's enchanting waves like shoulder and lip  and ultraviolet sunrises like curves and flower heads.
Swimming a muscle  dedicated in the perfect thunder.
Mixing toward the juice and a spoiled well's water will re-cover you.
And a mourning acrobat's ice will conduct you.