The waves make streets

 The waves make streets. They go in the background And they come. Heading towards the city. crazy sea Half sane, half water. From the plunges fleeing. Hugs kisses slurping the cheeks of the street. With his burning love he pierces the bones. Lighting flame of the fine fat. New anemia is circulating voraciously through the branching of the veins.

Mirror Sub-Irrealism. Random intratextuality.