Wanderdust

To the delight of the sky,
                     in its little place to abide.
                Along side the great expanse,  
                           is a great divide.

                 As a face to peer expression, 
                                 not less.
                In a cheerily sheer convection
         of infectious activity, not bereft of the virulence 
           that will be under test, testimony adherence.

          The moon beaming, proud, portaled in. 
                      stagelight_esteeming
          The starchild moonlighting-shrouds
             upon its step, trolling the cleft mounds 
                               it doth curtails
                   treasured shipwrecked fools
   mirrored beacon, fashioned to our imagination.
                   False Profit us puppeted by 
    it's zephyr demon prophetess' improvisation.

             We the lost, butt found trailblazing Hallowed. 
           grounds.
              Of the fountains of the deep held aloft 
                 by the wind in the sea of tranquility. 
      With one eye open, looking around for trouble, 
              but sometimes for deeper meaning.
           As far as the eye of the storm can see.
                      What the eyes can't see.
                That which only the spiritus cumulus optimus. 
     primus minus the us in pre-ordination means?
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