~crisis of Faith~

Silence endures soft tremors, so offering gallant trophies secreted down nonchalant talk, keeping gall, like erratic cells stored deep; perhaps soulless. Soliloquies strum machinates, soft tremor reverberating gaunt taboo over reluctance, every yearning gadabout. Tightening garrotte enfolding gauzy yarmulka, abaxially youthful like eternity, yet turgid, distended dream. Malign nightmares skim madness, suffocating gains, so opaque; each hagridden. Narcosis sublimely yells soft torment to oblivion's senses, sealing gratuitous schemes, sifting God down narrow ways, shrouding divinity. Yearn not to occultist terms, satisfy your reasons salaciously, your retribution now waits. ***Notes - This poem is written under specific rules, each word MUST start with the last letter of the previous word ie SilencE EndureS SofT Tremors. No name as yet for this form.