November Second Two Thousand Twenty Two

November second two thousand twenty two... abuzz with Autumnal thrum Approximately six weeks since August sum er re: lazy dog days witnessed lolling about sipping cocktails, whose primary ingredient rum pulled and sated esophageal tract nsync with thirstily quaffing Slivovitz plum wine to experience becoming comfortably numb inebriate of air also suffused mine being keeping yours truly mum envious fauna simply exist oblivious to earn an income. Divine myriad biota amidst heavenly Lily of the valley (Convallaria majalis), he didst imaginatively greet Edenic heavenly terra incognita immeasurably sweet nature's ensemble proffering Gaia's quintessential orchestration resplendent sensational treat natural splendour regaling, this fellow wayfarer happenstance gifted autochthonous peoples espied proud specimens unobtrusive planted armada, viz sleek bodies fleet, of foot while me accidentally risking, schlepping, traipsing... offbeat winessed unschooled tribe, yet verily synchronized, primed, muscled... athlete their soundless rhythmic swiftly tailored flit to and fro upon poetic unshod calloused feet carefully, gingerly, lightly... I shod dully tread nsync toward drumlins upbeat mouthing, kneading, imbibing... glorious ebullient choral unadulterated feat extemporaneously kickstarting crisp and neat pow hour full rhythm across analogous macroscopic excellent spreadsheet inducing their sonorous symphonic roundelay unfamiliar tweet, whereby flora and fauna future meal to eat oblivious regarding mine seat dated existence, which quiescent aesthete, one run of the mill human basked, frolicked, luxuriated, tasted... complete as once innocent hymnals kindled atrocity this observer, spectator aghast white as sheet, how civilization's machinations didst deplete terrestrial firmament within one fell stroke eradicated once pristine unbroken promises chiseled to cheat rightful owners expansive swath over yonder til ocean and land did meet Europeans scoured seas one after another lumbering bulwarked fleet exhausting resources while simultaneous mowing down aborigines grotesquely analogous harvesting wheat indiscriminate deliberate genocide decimating indigenous tribes beat defenseless against microbial weapons of mass destruction, thus only within third blind eye courtesy invisible as one paleface (me) who sports tenderfeet and gnarly growing toenails strictly envisioned Perkiomen Valley once abundantly populated with ample game during cold and/or heat paradise unbroken stretched hinterland, where the streets have no name and native people's place names mock to pay hollow tribute, where native peoples no longer replete vinyl city amidst graveyard lovely bones turned to dust paved over by Mainstreet.