Flamboyancy and wit
Such things are of attribute
But one can only imagine!
Imagine that there was this.
Aphrodite has walked
On your toes
But then to imagine
That life would grant
Such fortune as to be
Graced with such misery
But this Flamboyancy and wit--
Where can I find it?
Where must i go; but to
The ends of this world
No--
You see, this Flamboyancy
Found in all it's buoyancy
Among my mind, it
Found all it's Flamboyant wit
Just treading by; and then
it sat at my side in
All it's marvelous, buoyant
wight
In all it's marvelous, buoyant
wit.
So locks of perfection,
Crispy and brown
Armored at the teeth
I wouldn't say more than
Could be meant, but I meant well
As it was a fancy
I've touched this crisp and
It is, but the softest--
Just the greatest of all
Things--
Setting the standard
And there
It sat to my right...
So there's this elaborate Charm
Such flamboyant carelessness
This luxuriant eminence
Of pure intellect
Sports-y and adequate
Not in my reach
But this Flamboyancy and style!
Such wit in her words
Such grace in her laugh
Such power in that mind
And those witty words are
Sharper than paper
For paper cuts hurt more than
The broken bone
And paper cuts can hinder
more than crutches
And Beelzebub does the devil
Set aside,
For hers stare is innocence
That moves mountains
As the hand of God did
And melted Hell's fire
As the ice from Pluto might
Yet no Asclepius is of help
At the sharp pound of her eye
You'll land in a comma
You'd dream of more grace--
Like an angelic Succubus
That kills with innocence
And this Flamboyancy,
This wit--
It sat right at my right
But my inept pliancy
Will find itself in a buoyant
Force of a thousand
Jedi and of a strength that
Only the proper charisma
Could ever properly
Sustain--
And until such appears
I'll just worship that allure--
That accidental allure
Of Universal forces
As that of which is found the second
Iron is formed in a Red Giant
Nothing else would
Please me more...