Lune and ribbon
Lune and ribbon skin the cladist's to Carnot bend, to the emaciate
ebb of atrophy, quorum not to a ghostly end. Making love, to the amphetamine
of lips, white soloists to merperidine flaunt the entire register of
voice. Countersoprano cosines dart from plaint to fossil, dulcet sigh
to segue crescent accord flesh, phrasing each pleasure.Thrift touching
the prodigal hand as gentleness studys the weakness of pressure, extricateing
the years in parenthesis, cautioning the opiates, do not overwork love.
Crwth may hear, the peculiar difference in chime, from theremin, or
ondes martenot, from red reed fire high on the streets, where the wandering
minstrel of souls patch beast to breast. Now not to blank refrain the
castrato, begging cordial renew, aperient, and cathartic the stimulants
between the breath of delusion and fear, narrow reside. Weep spilt and
ill to ceremonial precocious pageantry; to convivial Juliet fete to
the birth die lavish the bonfires of intimacy and love, die not corsage
if time insist, let time decay, who would lament the grave of mortality,
fate, the body continue.
by Kristin Ryling