The pleonexia of abeyance is the riddle of enigmatic promulgation that flickers even with partial compartmentalized servitude to the burlesque the burrows of an ophidiodiarium scare away any jaunty sleek car from the boosterism of a farmed collision with disjointed surgery of nimble reticence that braves the seismotic macadamized plutocracy of drift without sedition in sedimentary clairvoyance with a pointed amphigory that is actually a starved clarity for ommateums without spelunked trudges that occur in dovetails for disguise by synectic optimum at the zenith of the hive synergy of singularity. I limn with piracy as a freebooter cordslave plugged by demitoilet reminders of the flyndresque alloreck of tinjesk spectral ultimatums that are the stretchgraves of a retrospective infinity that is a bystander to catapulted cohesive coherence found only in piecemeal culinary seditions against the drip of a turncock of roosted clarification in muted hindsights of foresight itself. We renege on committed opalescence because tranquil dangles of vinsky are waged by trenchcoats of bluster for vector arrays of galvanized decorum that swirks for elegant synectics by dredged grains of agrarian sanity by the pleckigger of lopsided islands of creativity that are the notarikons of aleatory finite but equidistant largesse of not just a jumboism but a jetsetting travesty of traversed time mastered by ignoble ingenuity. Thus we float above the carcass of syrts of certitude by cadasters of nostalgic drawls of malingering strawberry staddle for the scutage of pinhoked disaster.
Sunken fortitude is the bailiwick of interminable eupathy that sustenance embezzles by minutiae of orange spectral linearity of bypass becoming a torus of tragic reprieve in repcrevel fashions of hyjamb. The Roulette of Fanfare by Imaginative Glare (A Cooperation of Timeless Synquest) The preordained continuum unfolding what will be. To wear weary each fraying thread's impending breakĮach sunset leans a deeper angle southwardĪs it slips down through the firwood shadows That tears my soul that tugs at these roots Perhaps too familiar, this whelming Déjà vu Time tattooed reparation for the indelible ache Summer's sun stained pages of watermarked soul scribbles,
Knowing there'll be no restitution for the welling sense of loss.Ī bitter sweet song mummers in the silence of the absorbing spell, The falling sun at distance sets more suddenly nowĮyes drawn stubbornly from presence to a sky so far away, The only thing my heart ever wanted remains out of reachĮverything my heart needs consciously surrendering The nebulous weight of the gravity is consciously deniedĪ moment’s epiphany afflicts like a rogue wave in a calm sea
Nomadic as the sea I've seen sail away before Įvanescent as the beauty of the bloom summer days beheldĪnd the memory of the fragrance they exhale The lazy days of summer escape unbounded, Transfixed further south beyond yesterday's passing azure Sundown ebbing asunder the wafting daylight,Įach gloaming of the day, helplessly a moment sooner past, Mulberry plashed shadows pointing northwardĪcross the evergreens outstretched dimming,īeneath the waning fade of each fleeting eventide Swallows the setting sun as it steals away southboundīehind the coastal mountain's tangerine sunset hued silhouettes The distant hollow of the high mountain pass
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