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When the fetching wind of saturating auroras
grows stale and sour
and a simple breath
becomes a laborious moat
guarding the rind of imagery,
I crave one sip from the vacillating quixotic cruet,
that reveals a stairway of vitreous blue bubbles
within my castle of musing.
Exhaling the residue of screaming mammon baubles,
intuitive orbs from my soul
scan a labyrinth of conundrums
for a golden trough laden with expectancy.
Refreshed by the lucid nectar of veracity’s pith,
reverie becomes sewn to my soul
as I migrate up the bubble steps
so recondite with a euphoric radiation
to seek the poignant facets
among the discards
of vanity’s chattel,
which compose each ticking necklace of despondency.
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