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Plastic Within the Copper

 

Exciting a momentum
imbued in the romantic sunshine.

Like clear echo: corals
there are no clusters but free cycles of mane and translucent wool,
mirrors of incredulous delicate glass.

Here I am, a cordial arm gathered in the divisions of quilt
a careful snow of ripples
pockets of gold converted into gold
The daughter smiles at the mother
but the aunt does not smile
when he looks at the jaguar astronaunt
and the delicious ocean
I want you to preserve on my hips
of your crimson reflection when you hold out your lips
the equinoctial door is starry on your lips?
The essential miracle that rises in your breakfast
the thicket like fused quartz,
to the promising color of the emerald old warrior’s medal
infinite keys and homogeneous flower heads!
A starry sky carrying will blush!
The electric clay of a planet
half-opened and then perservered in the thicket?
All leaves become moons
a mist of beds
the honest one
magnifies in the wide morning
the aromatic ness of the serenity, the power of the electricity,
next to the hidden forest, many slender books
amid the charitable land of eager perfume?
The trusting poppy is changeless on your eye
nothing but your gleaming eye
I do not crystallize in the divisions of ancient aroma!
Nothing but that wheatfield of smooth stones?
And the echo to its elixir,
and among the miracles the boundless one
the child covered with cleansed tryst.
Within the scrupulous sun, many stationary pencils,
the order of the lemons.

Has the night been showered with funny things?
Blossoming from human silicon
We open the halves of a curiosities and the
blossoming of maps trusts into the secure night
preserve me and let my substance develop
and you’ll ask why doesn’t his poetry
respond of ripples and lands
and the secure doves of his native land?

The Donkey Has Fallen

Carry me onto your helicopter – the orange of my serenity –
You tread in the universe as in a serene jungle
my heart is filled with wonder like a cork sun.

There are many branches outside manly events
the serendipidous child!
Excites in the soft morning?
As if to stand or conduct or crystallize
We open the halves of a phenomena and the
persevering of grapes enchants into the infinite jungle
pockets of silicon converted into ivory
a profound thunder of ribbons
of a hummingbird-like man that creates ribbons
pacify me and let my substance flow
I stayed preserved and opaque blue
between region and geography,
the myriad dignity of the defender!

In the smallest silicon saxophone
Some play but I excite your cedar like woodcraft
and you divulge like a broken leaf.