As the murk
in the daedal
sky endured
and the
finespun
brume upon
the headland
peaks wound
all around
in a
helicoid
shape,

the fluttering
winds carried
aloft
a bouquet
of ions
that were
immured,
but still
danced about
in an undulating
figure of eight;

and when the
distent distant
cloud could
no longer
wait,
it's rain
fell upon
my
wilted form
so desolate.