I lay me down in the land of a languorous lull,
A leisurely liaison laxing amidst the silenced still…
No weeping words wander upon the constructive canvas.
The day mourns the nebulous neglected nestled night,
Where the shadows sustain the seductive sorrows…
Condolences for a candlelight as it flickers to foreordination.
Where empty echoes escape through voiceless vapors,
A quiet quiescence quivers as it lies to its rendering riotous rest…
And a calamitous calm causes a chaotic caliginous collective.
A suspended soothe within the overlords of obstinate oblivions,
As tranquilized time is transported to a pensive purgatory prison…
I prepare for the heavens and hells that await my misled muse.
...there has been an anomaly in the space-time continuum...my muse has reached a lull...perhaps this verse will give it spark to ignite it to Super-Nova status lol...
Pick-A-Title, Vol 14 - Tristich
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