S(Wordplay)

Have You Seen the Moon this nigh?? curvaceous cylindrical colors, up to me thigh.... I asked for vanilla (among the 31 flavors) but received only chocolate hardship for my endeavors... within you, the unconscious can fastly melt with plastics and sugar - rubber, like substances I could have surely felt...... I miss you Kinshala as each day doth surely pass and wish reality with astonomy would more quickly and timely last... into the nightfire of eternal dark away from undelible spirits who seem to have my Mark... I cannister yr truth benounced to you unmistakably youthful perfect truth I challenge the "Godhead" to bequeath what I must smile upon and raise my sword beneath... for You have challenged me to wordplay no longer seen in this age, (or the last) we're the last of this olde caste... and under guises dumb that announce that yr the One of my past an future dream (the world that's unforeseen) I give you all of me a burgeoning early tree.... of truth, life and life's energy of worth, wonder, and cynergy....