Cries from the kill shelter

Cries from the kill shelter; ? Am i real in your heart's fragile fond attraction or merely unborn of your worried minds distraction...

humidity's harloquin horse called hurricane

within this flashing-lashback night through the anxious thick dark swelling quiet and black steed clouds rolling in-a gallop-wave en-gulph coaststorm... I'm nervous vein of lightning... cracks, thousands of whips upon my eyes with a light from kingdom- come the heavens shine ...brilliant skies they are, the stars within the fast deep endless ocean of your mystical eyes. and I reach for you in this shadow evermore with beating dry cough heart of San Andrea curse.... so fragile in your debt i must be strong to reoccur. and all else gently starts to flow and melt while hand in hand together we must soon undo her / endure...through rage of haunted screaming hurricane mares to gentle whinnying summer morning foles....secured to mother earth and sighing cross her morning sands