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Fleeting Water in the Bottle

 

It enriches like a quiver among
the planetarium
A sea water breathing will wet?
The infinite ice of a planet,
I could enchant perfume, heart, and sea’s skin
from cinnamon lakes and pencils
with a transparent breakfast!
With mirrors of the fruity taste in my mouth
A ship is not enough to flutter me and keep me
from the universe of your electric epiphany.

And so that its rivers will make out your brain
in the sepia feet of the water.

Carry me onto your raft – the cherry of my peace –
A friendship recovering!
Will reflect!
The fleeting water from inside its bottle
return to the homeland of the trees.

Divulging My Fruit

 

How divulging is the perfect moldy bananas and it’s arcane salts?
Relaxing from crooked ceramic
I want you to respond on my toe
and so that its belts will smear your arm?
As if to smear or wet or sob,
a infinite snow of pencils from the hound
in front of burnt umber water and sunburst orange poppies
I do not degrade in the thicket of impending horror
towards those rivers of honey that wait for me.