Aim, Aeon

Aim dead center, O aeon! Era, this is now. Ergo, O my stern scion; Come to anyhow! Looking-glasses are like wind. Reality grinned. Terror, tiger, tamarind! Sacred til he sinned... Gaunt the gambrel goblin? No smile a-face today. Whirling dervish, loud the din! War, be on thy way! Grey of the nebula pond; Why is waiting good? Yellow-speckled viper yawned! Gone but understood! Kingdoms are like prophecies? Yes, in this context: Rife, roil, rampant, rare! Disease! Hell and Heaven, hexed... Sort it out, O sordid sigh... Do not ask us why? Sylvan silver, art thou shy? Bargain basement buy? Syllable, unleash thy wrath! Letters, break the chain! Poems, place us on the path! Language, take the lane! Young is this old harpsichord? Harpy, use a sword? Bull, matador. Which gets gored? Folly gets you floored. Holly. Mistletoe, thy doom. Poison, flow like wine. Ivy, rune, ice, ancient tomb. Cyanide strychnine.