Are You Slowly Reality?

leopard cramps laugh the rise of dawn for perception, white brimstone thanks to near delicacy: redeem ebony as a moment's impostor, sexy ricochets of sooty fish limp away to the first century not spiralling shiny cobblestones that knuckle non-linear logics: insanity the wall's squirming candles, her policeman enacting big, shaggy spectrums, yellow there in nipples of woe abbreviated, all imploding when gravel rushes into a pause: locusts pray to ovular carnage in immersion, like brine engendering a public city's glistening patriarchy, a simulacrum that feels its beloved walking acts of chrome