1SummersLastAgoI t snapped o pen o ut t deldnur st o the e f vaulted r beautifully eaves o sallow o f throats f a thatched with rushing s k e ins of ROSES neatly dull in piles of singing crimson almost small o r o ffseting asymmetrical stemless bulbs adorned with ruby petals dew damped with shining shimmering goblets of the dawns ****** jewels crackling sternly perfect glitters on the robes of light the roses dumbly wear on howling green silence. that is that it was most quiet (and greenly freckled reckless hours) those mornings when i would rise and sup upon the supple lash of freshly murdered night. ; ' , , ' ' , ,