Sacrosanct Entropy

We are dots unyoked in the astral pencil sketch disjointed blots swinging on the vines pouncing around for residues epiphanic morsels sprinkled like salt on gaping wounds Lo! Look at how we gulp the wine while we masquerade the dulia this elixir's fragrance frosts then flagellates the epidermal demurral as layers of jagged flora leave pinpoint punctures For we are just clay molds dotted with oceanic ink we are flawed facsimiles the fluidic phantoms flowering like fuchsia stained fire lilies that hoist the penultimate gift - emerald-hued sacrosanct entropy