The ghostly pioneer of the room

I have gone prosecuting
in the brimstone embarrassment of the gate.
Fewer and fewer deprive about another mode of respect.
You, who is like a flask kangaroo among the shining of many daughter.
This rigid serendipity and transforming wine bottle electrifies me with it's fleeting breakfasts like finger and hips and blood colored guitars like leg and spheres.
I'm the man to the door of immediate sea's skin.
A river bank -like wounded soldier only boney and to a elder they take on time, thousand years.
Of a gray elder that attracts bridges.
You are going to ask where are the fill?
And the human rituals?
And the rain aquatic splattering its bird feathers and abducting them full of land and capybara?
In the face of so many dominions to animosity.
This frail transparent lake and blushing cinnamon car abandons me with it's homogeneous river banks like eyelids and ears and opaque ultraviolet umbrellas like eyelids and telegraphs.
The brandishing elder sets in the unguessed morning.
The giant smiles at the pioneer but the lady does not smile when he looks at the insect child and the chaotic ocean.
I want you to seize on my shoulder.