Saturnalia

Cycloidal forms transmuting to the involute obduration under duress a malleable direction coming to nothing just the gearing of time Spartan gates left open to a millennium of thought three legged animals given there a soft palfrey canter air floating fish seen and their no need water still the rusting coulter rusts and rusts the power such lasciviousness constant thought why would a simple man under go such agglomeration deracinate weak seeming silly there the confederations let us all sharpen so freeing all thought fools are fools concomitant if you will keep with it monsters lovely chimeras and beauty entering the world of Hieronymus Bosch let us not be reduced to the witch of Buchenwald interweaving ourselves into their existence