In My Night Journey

I travel in my imagination to talk to the sky about the sound from crying Mum, the coastal area erosion my interest to take the risk to talk the night gown glowing beneath the wind from the vile of verbose. The night sombre to talk to me in lusty thy heart call to convey the conversation to the contraction of my imagination pole to polemic night. The cart of load middle of office article of etiquette acquiring the anchor of life floating on the top of leafs to the drop of a pen that sound inculcate Carbon Monoxide in my lungs, the bugs ramming the trim chopped to the shape of my poetry garage, where lullaby play violin appeasing the heart to function for the follow six years to come in the future to the Futuristic that I have to feature all the songs sang by the birth to take to me to my birthplace over second of ponder to pedal the hurdles to better future star. The shape of a room isn't my stop where building of atomic infractions dust the dock to the documents of love, salad of emotions building in to into-to Ruin not thy heart it sound correct to the correspondent reticent, the Wagging of tail enjoins the brown color to the skyscraper in the heart of the city sun. The ink of hate won't drop to the sound of pebble and the map Of courage cool down the ridges moan of baby. The high thinking keep on colonizing my entire colorless breathe that wanted to shake to the voice of the night, the taste of understanding swirl meek hard and aim of okra is too slippery the road to sound of success is second hand to those placed theirs, the might blame the corrosive Situation pink of flowers impact changes to the scent of cigar.