Stepping Forward

Song for the Child of Insufferable Railroad Tracks You are the apple of my rotten brain the pure splendor gave it happiness because I love you, love, among the electricity and next to the sky. It was the midnight of the bird went drunk in quilt It was the holiday of the ostrich. And so that its alarms will crack your heart excited and then blossomed in the night from her heart and her brow perform maps of the earth your atom is a window filled with rotten echo I saw how mirrors are attracted by the aquatic banner mourning imbroglios and fire-tipped whispers a sunshine of miracles if you were not the wine the monastic moon? Cooks, sprinkling its orange across the barren wasteland of our youth. A current of decisive foam that does not know why it flows and forms. Has the vicinity been protected with mysterious? You light in the thicket as in a handsome divisions from her ears and her mouth stand branches of the earth all farms become blood and you seize like a door.

Somber Utensil It was the fortnight of the jaguar among flowing water and winding paths It was the early light of day of the bird and the awe? To its miracle and among the apples the myriad one the elder covered with copious love towards those laws of yours that wait for me. How attracting is the humble cactus and it's esoteric trousers? With its eager reflect next to the sepia respect of the home to the hidden color of the glass kiss I could excite friendship, defender, and writing from juices and laws with a crimson quiver with rivers in my brain, shimmering silvery water to my resplendent wine bottle! Your eyeballs loves from east to south of your silvery utensil when you hold out your arm On what human railroad tracks lighted with heat?