Blue Chaos
Sweet

Damp philosophy
Come with me,

To the tree,
Ill-defined postulate, wilderness
A happen-stance challenge us,

Measure the couch
Turn your page,
Purple nails are piano weights
Free, however, mover
                      the bottom of the cave
As a tuned person paints a chair,
Time intangible,
    
                              pen strike me down!

Chair wise & intelligent, Hubble,
made tangible: "chase and chase"

Christmas is sad, good gun is present,
My lines of poetry, purple, sphere distraction
Finds San Francisco is difficult next bathed
wisdom.

The distance boats appear, Rodriquez in his office.
Cash registers, the poet re-arranged in any order,
for the whole large mechanical room as a bone
is health in the store, book-store holding the wall,
reminder to read the birds the cross articulate
substitute themselves words can be arranged
to the complete meaning of the sentence.

"Is it useful to ask this question in this capacity?"

Know-oneself wisdom of philosopher.

There are a various amount of shells on the beach and the sand we run along is not opposite to a hanging chandelier on the roof.

Among the inside of the house, a Greek statue plucked from the air holds me inside a thought of eternity more learned man has taught me that there is a path to guidance, however, as you get closer it arrives and splits unanimously colors like the water in the cup. The image of a complete manuscript, he writes, "it doesn't need to be perfect," defined, redundant, but instead, is a form of practice stolen like a pimply Phantom of the Opera and gifted and recycled, disgusted, at the sight of a man in the cave abandoned, ignorant as I may be, privacy is what I seek. On the rooftop it is cold and white, my thought has ended.