It Bleeds To Be Touched

Oysters that doze in the sun to thinly. There where the water is. Two round stones barley covered by the tide. My sister is barley covered. My brother the nun echoes in silence. The rooster stands up out of sleep. All of the faces. Gone is the moon another life I left to love little by little the song. Soon to come once again quite eternity without any memory of her my sister. Crazy again I shut the door. It shuts close on sweet lips-silk a rose. And a new mother and father, Look the moon the eye balls that boy in a dress. I look at my new sisters this time you guys, getting to heavy and girls getting full likewise. By the sea. I have found out things and dreams you long for. Grace is a complicated matter. Black silk confussion covers the red sheets beneath him.