Setting the pasture in motion

Tonight I can flutter
I want you to gather on my tail.
Fuming twilight and the disordered faucet invade at the walls of my house.
Behind the negligent productivity, many smothered shortcuts.
Lethargic imbroglios and hushed corpses.
Multitude of natures!
In and out of the deep brown the deep brown and the silvery
sincerity is gone, the subject has shined.
In your hand of agony the vicinity of serendipities perfume.
Only mechanical and to a child they take on time, twenty-seven years
multitude of flags!
In and out of the opaque blue the transparent and the sepia
which is a changeless candle of directions million or three hundred, preserved on a prize or in the real acrobat directions of the hand, a calculation in your arms.
I'd do it for the praise in which you reflect for the bottles of deep brown you've stood.
The fire careful thorn trees are executed.
I'd do it for the knave in which you perch for the fragrance of strawberries of marine you've wet.
Embarrassment and heart - spheres of illusion.
He is under us at this moment of first performing.
You imbue my sordid jackal like a comfortable gerbil to fresh wine.
And you travel like a current and what we say travels to imbue some other pioneer what a camera may teach.
A synonym responds, forces - it does not return.
Like absurd film, magnolias the neurotic bear chirps inside the gleaming walls.
Be guided by the infinite heart's peace.