Not To Be Neglected

Waiting for petrichor to rise lost in all hackneyed phrasing please use forbearance for words do hide some are evanescent in an archaic phasing some fraught with aesthetics lie now in the ground not to be enervating but some have already died and time is ephemeral so let them abound so to be intrepid and brazen canny not to deride to foster jubilation in exemplary camaraderie for the love of the vocable for they are florid and opulent they can be anachronistic but also Incendiary so withal I will leave with a Breeze so succulent I think poets are not prosaic but the last to capitulate