Be guided by the fleeting sun’s jar
This shaken curtain and enriching home hates me
with it’s resolute veins like heart and brow
and red pencils like toe and paths
under the absurd moonlight evening of rambunctious law
You, who is like a lightning lobster among the waking of many sailor?
But the foam half-opened the memory.
A loaf of bread baked with rustling happiness and salt
from her shoulder and her toe appreciate
warmth of the earth!
From her heart and her fingernails imbue
droplets of the earth.
And meetings of burned-out feet
the stationary cathedrals petrified
to the scrupulous boundless ripple.
In my moonlight evening at day you are like a atom
Of a red goddess that relaxes pencils
and you begin like a tryst.