When the carboy became the same we stared at him,
Whenever you share your heaven with a car, be the light.
Light is a weapon of weirdness, I am an alloy of metals,
Become Brittany, become botany, then balcony,
I am stranded in thoughts of company that delights.
The invasions were bunnies, seconds undermined us,
The school has been left with lifts of the car,
These cars have speed of reasoning and purpose.
The school resides in the circle of your thoughts,
You have made a love to my heart,
You have inspired my spirits as I learn
And communicate with you in all these hours.
Fire is like a cold heat from the flames of your taste,
It eats and diverges to the haste of a teasing question.
Fire this time is an initial thought of wonderment,
But where pain lives is the sprouting of genius and intelligence.
My love and lobes detour in the pathway,
Many loves are many hatreds in gestures.
To ingrain this thought is a commotion,
To report is to warn, too darling of you,
I understand what the meaning of man is?
He is wary, he is scared, but nobody smiles
And tells all belief to other minds with clarity.
Grief is the joy of a quake and slumberous acts,
It caresses the heart of the beloved as he speaks;
Grief is a mountain that I climb for the world to see,
My accursed fellowship is a remainder of fortune and lies.
I must wave my hands and flagella like an animal,
But theory coincides with theory and an animal cannot die.
I wave my hands in the direction of a man who believes,
His suddenness is an alacrity, a mobility, an agility.