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 gallivanters .
The dykes of dulses
are still lingering in
voliton in the arcades
of reminiscence of this
pluvial gluming ,
the python of the yesteryear
will cantop on the side
of the weak crescent .
To exonerating the handkerchief
of my remembrance ;
the laceration of the animus
in the squeezed ros ,
i will cross the zebra .
The conurbation is now
burdened with my whilom ;
in the dreary amber .
Take me back to the carvature
on the circular railway .
The intima of the cervus
mead wants to abscond
to dwell in the labyrinth
smoke .
If there is a furore in
the ranunculus evening
of the ardent heart ,
the desert suspire the sirocco ;
it silicitude like a cactus .
The pot of reminiscences
is engulfed with a dark colour
of heart .
Maundering in the oasis
of my dawm in hyetal
eventide .






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