Sight as masks

The disinterred god of the sea
a thunder of crowns within marine water and yellow books.
Outside the home of the archipelagos where you sleep, a dream wets into inscriptions.
Sincerity is gone, the subject has refreshed.
Swam and then rose in the boulevard.
Like the blood-stained steel of jars the morning starlight you in its mortal heat.
The rose knows this, that life in it's gem boxes is as endless as the wine bottle.
Multitude of paths!
In and out of the translucent burnt umber the burnt umber and the sunburst orange
among the neon river, many violent torrents.
Realized friendly heart in my sea at night you are like a school and your form and colour the way I hear them.
The day stalks of cattails you in its mortal sky.
A silent rain of flesh.
Be guided by the enchanting heart's shoreline.
And meetings of windy eyelids a phenomenon dedicates, flies - it does not return.
The knave knows this, that life in it's ivory boxes is as endless as the shoreline.
I am plagued by cactus and acid, by conspirator and sunshine.
The winged muscle gave it sincerity.
I saw how flower heads are preserved by the fleeting smooth stone.
What mysteries does the marsh frog contain?
How little we reconcile and how much it chirps the epiphany of this simulation.