Happy thought visits my palm
I am holding a dream of stars
shining through translucent light of
blue, purple and grey neurons
in the air

pollution of wicked skin
my grey sand climbes up towards
rest of eucalipt bark

I am nail polish
in the flesh of
tomorrows dawn
In my heart vibrations
of Australian Ocean

Entrance to dream is time of my thought
In this chapter I am Universe around Pluto
My palm is the Ocean
Ocean is heart.

when the charchol sky is gettig up

wrens are dreaming

translucent water

in the wicked home

and

wings of silver stars are melting

into levitation of sun and moon

lymph tissue
chasing neurons
with hale of purple thorn

haunted mind

immaculation of nerves
evaporating in a body of wild strawberries

leafs are always fresh

dirt is covering my hair
im a wren of yesterday

thought in a bermudas triangle

now is today

Oh how dry my eyeballs are

So scarcely intrinsic in their sway

That i can opt for ice bruising them like crusts on snakes skin in summer

On the verge of pupils tenticles

They sway

One for air dirt

One for road dust

One for empty touch

One for seeing rust

Oh how dry my eyeballs are

Vicious night feeds them with fig jam

Echo boomerang thrown into them

Suffocating snowdrops on the mirror glance

Oh how dry my eyeballs are

Like a charisma cake drained in diamonds

So phenix can eat it

In its dream only

Oh how dry my eyeballs are

Whispering tunes in their pupils

Fly into abyss of screams of tongues

Tied up in the silky clouds in the sea of asking

On the verge of pupils tenticles

They sway

One for air dirt

One for road dust

One for empty touch

One for seeing rust

Oh how dry my eyeballs are

Tasting wine from the wells of honey

Cultivated in the nature of ridge and flow

Of Na wealth and the Holy Spirit

Oh how dry my eyeballs are

Youth hair in their colour

The Doors of Thunder and geometry

Senses

Bring them drops to come back to life

On the verge of pupils tenticles

They sway

One for air dirt

One for road dust

One for empty touch

One for seeing rust

 

Prints of painful path

Your footstep on the surface

Painting translucency

With the light i spark into madness

My prints on your footsteps

Im a crystal rock

Your dreams are evening mist

My mouth is an apt web
of cats fur and silver thorns
Salivating inside
empty well of
fortune belonging to the elfs and ants

I breath through my mouth
inside the web
Inwardness is a bliss
of tears

of wind

of lonesome whyz
of autumn sting

My mouth is an apt web
of cats claws and golden shrubs
salivating inside
Darkness well of
joy and snow in the
stars made of rain

I kneet inside of my mouth
I strech my wool
from the upper lip
stiching the jaw
gently
where redness is a moon
so close to the
skies.

My mouth is a vase
of ants's tenticles
and wine

Drying itself like ocean dirt
in solitude dreams

I stich my web
from side to side
until my teeth
blead lead.

I am translucent powerade leaning on a love rock
paper in hair and
lonsome mock

I am a scenary of green leafs in the skies of Pure
I am wickedness of mouth spade
and tear to the tune

I am a cup of cream foam and lines of mist
In my happiest nightmare I am
a torture fist!

I am a word sliding down the knowledge
Spirit is my sleep
I am a forest

My mirror is eyes of flight
night
sight of stumbling right
to forget sun sight

Please leave me some water
in the well of I
because I am nought
in a purpose of existence draught

Asphalt line thirst
Meta-symphony to joy

Wicked and ominous
Fortified to avoid
Cats and dragons
Moths and plots

Of golden rust
Joined to frost

Immanent havoc

Martyr to performed
Bristle aniki

Smoke's neurone cells
Floating up
Into space of a black hole

Little girl has wings
She's an earthen mermaid
Sleeping in stars

Her mind is dead
She's her brain

She's her toes

She's her neurones

She's her vows

Smoke's neurone cells
Climbing down
Into the abyss of diamonds in rocks
Hurting a boys skin
Making it bleed summers in Canberra

Girl's in a shape of a boy
Giving smoke life of eternity
In the entity of perseverance in Desain

Boy's death
Girl's life

Boy's feet
Girl's tears

Boy's hearts
Girl's sprouts

Boy's fear
Girl's memory

Smoke's neurone cells
In a pot of dark tombs
Inside reason

With last goodbye to her pets
She's spread into dust
Summer winter rainy rust

Inside reason flows a word
In a pot of dark tombs
They join their love and move into
Sword
Immaculation of cathartic