There was a sprinkle
of mizzle at the twist
of the caelum flumen ,
the frame woobles in
the sombre wind .
The ascension of carver
in one cloister ;
my of your memories
fly like the wings of a
decaying bird .
I wrapped up the gingham
of amour .
You evanesced into
the devious rangi ;
obliterated ,
my purview is embedded
with a burge of blurred
glass .
Across the azimuth
of my adoration ;
zir quondom anamnesis
are lately blossomed fungus .
The shelf of the deluge
imbued with unguis
and leaps of the devious
intricate...