of thought,
caelatura
found
a semaphore
had taken the place
of lightning rods
and cones
were
now filled
with blueberry sorbet...
as harder rain
fell
victim
to
sonorous
breath
taking
the switch
back
to glory's preambling totters,
nestlings flew...
bastions of
cruciformidable
disharmonies
crumbled...
crepuscular skies sheltered the witnesses,
giving succor,
elixirs, ephemerae...

delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

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