Along Dry Path

Am I fitful, fluctuating, fluid? thin compass waver as I jubilantly weave lilac tree vignettes that weep or chortle, rainbow figment curtain rashly wished upon in grain smudge zephyr garnet sand raw vehicle garden common opal transit sidestep to a multiverse of sappy fruit drip net bag of niche mauve rim canopy a gilt ring culprit’s flashpoint conjure stirring taxi cabs of lavish spurt woolgathering a gold rush stray footslog must have steel encased. undulating folds entangled nomad feint dwarf yellow scorcher firmament fatality dash for straw hut casita or elm wood cabin where advertence on turnpikes, trails, woven tracks lead trajectory abuts plod along dry path dust bowl swirling as they spurn allotments meek enshrouded lull with unalloyed poise to jettison narcolepsy brief embargo on spiral plumule when one’s physique has many harrowing gasps, taut breath that intrinsic quest for glistening cascade seems an urgent void, crushing diapason rudderless mahatma clement at Arcadias nascent totem of egress yet charismatic terminal flag as this sentient hypothesiser on emerald tint bract beneath hiking boot unflinching wild clasp at beanpole verges riven from shade burst cockcrow lure an impetus to meandered pretext primeval boon-docks whilst tranquil flit discommoding tawdry pitch or tilt gaunt endowment I must brood on surreal moiety of cerebral aspect squandered rude reckoning aside lapse into sullen vacuum found across a link whose blind velvet crush lingers query later doused in vapour whirl gush inkling thin veneer sheeny beadlet brow sapped nod and falter to a childhood turf shelter for the limb victim of grinding marathon on marathon to relish glow hue noons hermetically abeyant sempiternal eves avenue to wanderer fatigued yet still in broad pursuit of deep quiddity