A perspicacity elegantly  elegiac
suppositions encroaching penultimate
exacerbated metaphorical heliocentrism.
The embodiment of
"HER"
to me. She is more than my world; she is my star,
and I orbit
her
ablaze,  needing oxygen.
Obfuscated, I am all but blinded.
Duration too  long for classical  infatuation.

The endless daze of paramorphic tautology.
I watch them come and go
shamelessly.
These theogonic vestiges of eidetic suppliance ,
longingly deliquesced into a shameful, sanctimonious, idiosyncratic, aphasic largesse.
My now ouroboric palimpsest.
Acceptance, reckoning, and reasoning digested.
Hallow, hollowed, and not contested.
Beaten and never bested.
They rested.

In a languorous, perturbated nullibiety
: their consanguineous abecedarium,
paralogical and vast,
inexorable umbrage
shared Jungian past,
germinating within the syntagmatic.
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
coalesced to pragmatic,
deleteriously, synoptically emphatic.

A subluminal parataxis.
Recondite deixis of pristine elegiac zeugma.
Manufactured proclivity, evocative perambulations
of stochastic perspicacity.
Somnambular excoriations, altogether inexorable, enigmatically presupposed flippancy, lachrymose.

Elegiac suppositions  penultimate metaphorical heliocentrism.
The  subsistence off of
"HER"
to me. She is more than  A   world; she is my event horizon,
and I don't even want to escape
her
precessional satellite.
Stuttering, sweet suffering,
effulgent,
tautological.
Normalcy?
Synesthetic redundancy…