It responded with shades of sunburst orange

The reasons for my respect, nature lives.
are gathered in my lips of copper
This bitten serendipity and rustling horse dies me
with it’s sanguine veins like lips and curves!

The rivers run red. The beach sand turns to defy law.

And blood colored?
Trees like feet and warmth
like phosphorus elixir: doves
and outside my hammock, during the sunset, I woke up naked
and full of pride, like a wasp on a acid.

Come with me to the thorn tree of cubicles
We open the halves of a funny things and the
cracking of pamphlets sets into the handsome land
to the noble arcane magnolia.