Gleaming Sphere Reap the Whirl

Wind lowers it's head-stream, earthbound, battle helmet of direction-secured. True Hermes holding a riddled scroll, temperature, tempered, phalanx wall to litmus count the cull. Non-relative incomings from the garment of space, to run obscene into the street. Wrinkles of Gaia indecent without cream, hydration, epiderm reactions, boils, face cracking on bout of gout. The royal trees and their loyal vegetations withholding tithe to Man in lieu of fertilized mopery, panor-mime of "silent treatment". The lakes, unbathed turn foul, a salty audacity of intrusion to fuel resentment sediment far looking, gaunt, empty. The rivers change their inclination, declination, surrection in-bleeding out, out bleeding in direction. The sea roars in complaint, hatches her obscene Leviathans release from underneath that she invitro-bastards, out-rages, helter swellter sea-beast abominations re-unleashed. The delusion carries tune to the forest kin no longer in Mid Spring courtship with Robin Hood, Albion. No longer in hibernation and calm location. They must embark the realms of Men, to their disturbing-investigation. Extremeties convulse in palsy, tongues stricken blind and eyes encompassed in the review of the interplanetary cult of the spiritual procession, incoming of the 4th, 3D kind. Pangs of the final epoch of Time.