phantasmagoric twirl of monachopsis in penumbra

the fins of human quake tremendously spills grotesqueness while dumping the ox cosmos in the middle of smoothly mirrored ocean Walls where ones choice is fixed at dawn stagnantly brimming in obsolete enviable damp colours woven in a volcanic oasis of anguished circles embraced in loneliness fronted with shuttering frozen stars moulding through a sunny cheerful darkness reinvigorated with strident current in waves staring hovering and invading through the thorns of the barren mountains wrapped in swings of an encroached moonlight piercing in the vacancy of my enchanted soul channeling through my so preceding exist in steam of redolence reek from the garden frowns and grins call me a piscine but even as a sly tamed fox hereafter I would soar on footprints of ceaseless fogs to unveil your gleam leap through the reflection of sunlight to sway you exasperatingly siren my scales on your prime lips fading with a spin submerged in a longing savory passion