Lines More Lunatic Than the Sun 9 - 10

Lines more lunatic than the sun – 9 for her who looks most beautiful in red orna i’m carrying the best wishes of those lilies blooming on the iron-grill When the blue-lotus is becoming more intense within the rain pipe i’ve lost the gate-pass of my earthly-birth this world of secret inclinations and intentions written in the letters of wild-jasmine here to take a step there is the ring-worms to extend the hand there is hydrophobia so many nicknames for the boat-sinking so many infiltrations here the information from akrur catered much more on the skin of masala-muri than on the misti-dai much more dance of the algebra when by the hands stolen from the sheep-herd i’m sweeping the fallen leaves it repeatedly comes to my mind today that many market-price does not see me alive even-then each powder-puff is scripting me on the soap-water Lines more lunatic than the sun – 10 then owing to the pollen-grains i can’t become a good goal-keeper even a morning overcastted with nimbus does not walk catching the finger of the clap of the thunder courtesy the james-clip in her malkosh is playing on the caw the news-paper hawker the maid-servant though with some different bonding with some different lighting so much lachrymose on the cover of the opposite-water as if at the gate of the candle-manufacturing-plant some one by the capsicum get attached the well-being information of the bison that breaks easily and after stealing some over-boundaries from the store of the un-timely spring mingles with the pages of physics a ratnti-kali-puja that’ve got titillations from the nail-polish through the act of walking i’m as i can guess going to become drunk-mad