Knots only crowd citadels.

My gift to you is this.
You don't need sense, just words.
The cheque book locks the door.
The ice box lets out a howl.

The organic text is raw, and inedible.
I danced with you for the first time.
Under a manifesto of something I don't know.
I want to see the stars orbiting.

The language I wanted to learn
Never existed. So I settled.
Raspberry Juice is only good on Mondays.
But I rather drink cranberry juice.

The plaque of pillows is immense
and comfortable. Rubber bands relocate.
A crow whispers to me. The murder flies.
I watch it. Tantalized. Starkly.

Silence crowds my cancerous behavior.
Many stars show me the way to the words.
Nobody likes it, when tears cry.
Convocation is only a day in a book.

His heart weeps of a cooked potato.
Tying together this, will never happen.
Walls weren't meant to be broken.
Only, for a door to be built into them.