The final letter

my mind does not understand  when you are sending me feelings through the mill of the mind  no matter how loud that would be, wouldn't focus the world  twenty four hours of bookmarks left in the orphanage of my veins just realise, blue saw by the God gives birth to the utopian therapy whole world waits for incoming sender  feel the green full of algae with each step makes way to the sea of dreams. Your formidable intention  cure my eyes  excites with Saturday night lyrics those revelations  embalms your body as a bouquet of basil blue and green leaves my soul  barely discover the blind lines  an imaginary window   alter out the silver of the deer fur through the gloomy thicket of winter  after all time won't be another chance for: I LOVE YOU.