It snows lucidity, prism feeling of an open wounded soul, grip of a sacred snowball that hits you sharply, falling, misfit of a virtue longing, through you, through the mundane ground, through the clown's tears...

Raindrop leaf, nightmare rim, alluding insomnia of crayon tin. Give inner sin to skin implied film. Climb. Reach the pit of crayon tin and make sure you don't hurt yourself by perversion steam. It's a relative sting of a pain swim.

Purification scavenging lump of a Dead end sea, Ocean is sleeping down there, Wearing sand wings pollen has caged spark, One synchronised tilt of love, Broken finger wearing moss, Arvo of sunrise in Austria, Locomotive murmur ripping dance of a pointy finger and the sand, Sand has scrolled down to the end of a Dead end sea.

My tear is intensity of a spiderweb claws, transient in smell, fluid in touch, scrutinised in look my tear is a happiness nook,,

Dirt sticks

Obscure palm hangs down mud gravity,, prolonging arm in a hurricane of dirt sticks,, water lilies up and under streaming direction of dark eye fishes,, where hurricane left awe of red,, then obscure palm dug out soul of a fish,,, to bewilder frost in current of dark eye fishes,, my own possesion is culpable current of awe,,, dark eye fishes dream of dirt sticks,,,