Have gathered a new storm
Furrowing the muse, indepth
The bristles that play taut
Still, yield not to thy art
Have taken a vow by my bow
To crest the fallen heave
Pantheons of imagery ply
To comply, bumping my wishes
Craving an epicurean hue
I sybarite my rainbow dreams
A moronic opera I conduct
Televising skirt and legs
What fatuous inanities I gain
I gain, a moron by my standing
What beauty remains of 'remain'
Remains a carcass to my last
To yearn my longing
I keep burning my corners anew
To ensigns regalia to thy beauty
I cloak, all my vastness in
... and I yearn!
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