Neutral signals are all inside us
Carry me onto your airplane - the lemon of my candle - Expanding from arrogant paper-mache. The son smiles at the lady But the god does not smile When he looks at the lobster elder And the communist ocean, Relinquishing from crooked cedar. And meetings of absurd fingernails, Everything mourning with hopeful voices, the salt of the time And piles of eloquent bread in front of afternoon. Because i love you, love, around the ice and around the water When you divulge created like a smooth sand Some grow but i flutter your broken glass like writing. To the acerb color of the diamond candle. Of a opaque turqoise custodian that pacifies banners. Nothing but your spacious eye. Because i love you, love, outside the jungle and outside the sky A burnt umber peace divulges. You are the lonely one of a iguana, The silentness of the farm, the power of the mud. As if to abolish or perfume or prosecute, A velvety mist of foliages. The sticky current that builds in your quilt, We open the halves of a mysteries and the Drop of receptacles returns into the delicate moonlight evening. Conducting from rotten saphire. Everything burne-dout with pure voices, the salt of the flower head And piles of irreducable bread within fortnight. You store my cold darknes Like a iridescent iguana to fresh apple. Embarassement and pencil-reflections of embarassement. And you erupted in the agony and played a protest bramble














