Quirky - a way of life (an ode to swedish clouds)

I get jealous of signs; stop signs, pedestrian signs, bus signs, sign language, astrological signs--they always seem to know what to say. I'm a brief. If I single a moment out; give it blood, flesh, thought, essence... life would be a blink. Instead the is oncoming traffic. Traffic in my face. Trucks, trains, planes, unmarked cars, city officials,. I had a golf cart excised from my eye. The stars have never been the same. It's all pearl dust. I would like one tri. I would like 3 ones. Math slapped the turtle before it transmogrified itself into the ghastly seed you see before you--this highway of time posing as everlasting traffic accidents. If you can dance to the pulse of my, you'll find shimmering chakras in the galaxy of momentary. Eye in the eye of the eye. Praise Center!  
 
Juxtaposition - disposioning disposition (a lyrical equator)  
 
I hope to hear your breath on the planes, outstretched, like the harp string that connects one region to another, the warm exhale of a stranger is the greatest mystery known to music. Zephyr in the key of light heat, gentle, like the tickle of cotton, the ultimate refrain, near silence, our master of flesh and the blood that connects the electric sublime notes of quiet distance. Far, it roils unknown to importance as liquid airs out the matter of sentience, it's mask, a vapor, forms the lips of the deaf swan, black, alone, like no other bird. Flock is not in the repertoire of prints sinking into this forgotten forever. SNAP! I bust a bone in each finger. Some storms are soft. Molecules of fado perform surgery as rue mellows the rorulence flecked throughout the score, and with each atom like relation there is saudade graft mutation of appendage, this very rhythm, hardly a beat, hinting toward structure as it decomposes softly in the birth of each recycled release. It's a request for life just as much as it is a pine for abrupt suicidal gasp. There is no last, not according to cyclic reprise!  
 
 
 
-------^-----^^--------cadence and the rocker box (choreographylore)
 
i am from. i say.  
 
our sky mine.  
 
ore.
 
i dig down to find the sun.
 
or...
 
shovel clouds from the sea.
 
orange!
 
what existence.
 
will my will.
 
crepuscular dreams.  
 
seek question.
 
seek question.  
 
provide question.
 
seek question.
 
i've been have.
 
sluicing dredge...
 
hushing beds!