Surreal Pulse Rate

From a gem-encrusted window’s moonlit sash, I peer vacantly on monetesque impressions as they wander every ink shade hue pathway. Bag lady street hail loner, water colour lachrymose plight across the spillway nights-cape, Cul-de-sac of shadow flitting sprites begging to be daubed on some genie artist’s easel. Surreal urban pulse rate ,spooky ghost form atom charge of tomb laden solemness, sodden eerie platform where my silver bob tail auntie booked her tickets to southern rustic idylls. She sang of autumn sunset blight, its wan perusal o’er moisture ashen realm. Her final year on earth evoked dichotomy defying dissertation on that grey stone bridge, between a luminous parade of diamond glitter and mirrorball municipal, sandwich filler to that lamb of many bleats amid lush pastures. Blossom facial hyacinth relation who once did eyelash blink those natural world Edens flowing thru her lyric laden pysche. Alas that end of term eviction, lifespan tenure landlord surreptitious in their reach, cast a mural strain upon this tower block mythic folklore woman