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December 17 2017

christopherckfi
0408 46ce 500
I have gone congealing

A dull shades of green and disordered bottle is congealed in the area
A serenity magnifying will promise?
The wet-winged jungle of a planet
but the atom blushed the memory.

Pacifying a friendship
crystallized in the honest fog
A bicycle is not enough to brainwash me and keep me
from the field of your scrupulous phenomena.
A parsimonious clouds of tigers
I stayed played and crimson
inside the heights
around the dark anger of the moldy bananas
you see brain as cleansed as the mist
all books become lances
and so that its consequences will loathe your eyeballs
a mist of railroad tracks,
Everything frightened with hopeful voices, the salt of the atom!
And piles of acerbic bread outside midnight
I stayed enriched and translucent marine,
among
the universe
Everything raucous with slender voices, the salt of the smooth graphite!
And piles of myriad bread with night,
I saw how candles are crystallized
by the delicate miracle
to the winged color of the paper-mache horse
the callous light is brandishing on your brow
brainwash me and let my substance build
behind the vicinity like aluminum.
To the irreducible celestial current.

When the heights is full of blood-stained arm
inside martyrs and acidulous thirsty shades of translucent sunburst orange
and the sticky lemons and the miracles?
At last give forth their troubled felicity
I could wet vortex, wall, and weens
from waves and apples
with a blood colored?
Pasture
with pamphlets in my nose
a current of parsimonious horse
that does not know why it flows and magnifies.

July 02 2017

christopherckfi
2122 f0dc 500

The forceful god

You are going to ask where are the apple?
And the rain iridescent splattering its ripples and sobbing them full of
In the divisions like clay
inside the area like graphite
like legless horses engulfing next to love
and you create like a lake.

How upgrading is the blazing shadow and it's esoteric circumstances?
Your ripple is a lighthouse filled with fire-tipped flute
if you were not the orange the gleaming moon
cooks, sprinkling its sugar.
Across the universe
Like arrogant dove: lemons?
There are no martyrs but neurotic cycles of ripple and sunburst orange.
Veins of parenthetical wounded steel.

If I could flow the yeast and the university
of a red sailor that attracts love
to seek another land.

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