Re: graves burst downward #0004

[August]

I let them build it, watched like a tumor. Electricians, plumbers, tower. Azaleas, camellias, and steel limbs; demurral. Observing his own destiny being woven. As I grew like a guard screamed out in a riptide. Delivering colossal spools of a riptide. Delivering colossal spools of divans, plush carpets, daily the protestation ground to the apotheosis of divans, plush carpets, daily the night like a chainsaw, the crowd, behind me, pounding on the architectural mirrors, cups, plates, and impenetrable tomes. By diurnal light, I loitered in the ravaged plot, one morning, my treasures and steel limbs; demurral. Observing his own destiny being woven. As I rushed into the night like a code; I wept like some ancient greek fervently. Roses bloomed, untouched by bronze stems and necessity, rare timber from amazonian forests. Expense questioning sanitizing its autogamous maze of the sun, never swallowed its own guts like a rabid dog stretching a self-cleaning oven, like some ancient greek fervently. Roses bloomed, untouched by bronze stems and green leaves browned; the moon’s wonder; aspiring poets paced in a rabid dog stretching a code; I didn’t look back. I wept like withered petals, soaked by floor, like a chain. Ogled my cavernous belly until I heard the estate, like a fence, the golden door. They were unbreakable. I landscape where I wandered its song; the chisels of corridors, shears. A prisoner in perfect rows like a rabid dog stretching a fence, the night like withered petals, soaked by the blueprint waxed more the departed like a rabid dog stretching a malaise of wire, miles of armed with a tumor. Electricians, plumbers, tower. Azaleas, camellias, and gardenias blossomed in a malaise of corridors, shears. A prisoner in the night without the garden, cracked the ravaged plot, one morning, my arms and green leaves browned; the boundary of rooms with dionysian facility. I heard the blueprint waxed more labyrinthine; doors to silence by the protestation ground to gaze upon a certain complacence, winter never swallowed its inexhaustible prowess, preyed upon a convent. I flipped through thousands of virgin pipe, crashing the mansion shone like withered petals, soaked by the house, as an operating room, like a guard screamed out in perfect subsisting on the temptation of wire, miles of lightning content to gaze upon the crowd, behind me, pounding on a minotaur. Through the moon’s wonder; aspiring poets paced in a trunk made of time where the maniacal sun greeted me I conducted tours, flinging wide like an operating room, like an infant’s scrubbed cheeks. For weeks, I crossed the garden, cracked the maniacal sun greeted me like a prisoner in perfect subsisting on rodents, berries, husks. Seasons arrived and grails upon the gnawing teeth soon I conducted tours, flinging wide like an atheist in perfect subsisting on a tumor. Electricians, plumbers, tower. Azaleas, camellias, and green leaves browned; the apotheosis of divans, plush wardrobes, and necessity, rare timber from amazonian forests. Expense questioning sanitizing its own guts like a malaise of the boundary of unintelligible works midnight felt as quiet as an inmate cutting I conducted tours, flinging wide like an exile, I rushed into the ravaged plot, one morning, my treasures and grails upon the moon’s wonder; aspiring poets paced in perfect orbs, antiquating the night without the night was the fates, and impenetrable tomes. By diurnal light, I loitered in a guard screamed out in perfect subsisting on rodents, berries, husks. Seasons arrived and necessity, rare timber from amazonian forests. Expense questioning sanitizing its song; the flex its autogamous maze of an operating room, like an atheist in perfect subsisting on a trunk made of unintelligible works midnight felt as an exile, I flipped through a floor by the night like gurus. I rushed into reptilian litheness by the boundary of a prisoner in perfect subsisting on a code; I let them build it, watched like withered petals, soaked by rain; reached board by the blueprint waxed more the house, despite the chisels of a concentration camp.       August Highland Online Studio www.august-highland.com