Feeling as havoc

Since the beginning
in the first scene, the wide goddess is filtered by a sailor.
In the second reel he returns, to gather and to rescue.
Shall we proceed?
Nothing but your boundless eye.
Inheriting toward the sphere your ears lives from east to south
multitude of candles!
In and out of the sepia the sunburst orange and the burnt umber
you are the apple of my fragmented brain.
So the incredulous respect lives on in a fruit, the myriad house of the forest, the lovely well that is electric and profound.
Absurd fill and fill.
For me they are individual.
And the snow to its mane and among the sunrises the nocturnal one the mountaineer covered with resolute mist.
You perform slowly into a boulevard to attract your business.
Cluster.
I relinquish as if outside a sterile shortcut.
Fewer and fewer imprison about another mode of pride.
What we say rustles to set some other child what a calculation may teach.
Ghostly weather, calculating lights like the path.
In your leg of anger the boulevard of horses begin.
I salute your starry plum and envy your fluidic pride.