Incoherent Song in A Minor

Incoherent song your
Lips formed in A minor;
Overflowing with roses,
Down the avenue,
Where a great Calyx lies,
Where the Burglar alone

    Stands.
    
    (watching the clepsydra pour
        poor pour!)

The ravens with tussled
    Plumage,
Flying past the Seraphim,
Flying above the Windy City:
Trilling shrilling
Above our Heads.

    (and yes, he remembers
        days in
    Cisalpine)
    
The crescent Moon in the
Aeonic Sky

    (with Pomegranite seeds
        raining down on the
            moribund land)
    
Waning yonder
Again, again:
Destroyed anew.

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[Pryde Foltz]

The crescent Moon in the
Aeonic Sky

(with Pomegranite seeds
raining down on the
moribund land)

Waning yonder
Again, again:
Destroyed anew.

A masterpiece, Randall.

[John Anderson]

I love this intricately woven write..