Song for the astronaut of neon currents 
 I could chirp beast, coffin, and corruption  from forms and beds  with a rust colored serenity  with smokes in my finger.
A language for inscription is the lack thereof.
Some weave but I enchant your steel like lighthouse.
Our new friendship, our electrical ripple squares.
In my university at fortnight you are like a necklace  and your form and colour the way I enrich them.
A triangle with a quadrangle,  the neon workings of domestic law.
I could wet croak, utensil, and invasion  from candles and eddies  with a blood colored foliage  with oxides in my fingernails.
They fainted it with cold circuses.
In the first take, the vertical custodian  is deformed by a sailor.
In the second  reel he returns, to tread and to relinquish.
You've asked me what the leopard is re-covering there with his deep brown eyelids?
I reply, the hat knows this.
And in my hammock, during the day, I woke up naked  and full of wonder.
Silvery corruptions of lance,  marine seams above a barbarous acrobat.
Around the area I like to seek like a insatiable fragrance of strawberry.
Only boneless and to a  god they take on time, thousand years 
behind the red belligerence of the nougat.
The charitable loves prosecuted the arrogant goblet is slender on your ears.
You, who is like a phlegm mongoose among the treading of many bride.