“Insistent I beseech; that I must be upon its brim.”
Wallow-crusted, ink-seared bed; a crooked-
pearl adorned corals by the thawed bank,
Bountiful aye! The cruise has yet booked;
but hasty tripped the waves and got me shank!
“Hush’n harken! ‘Tis the fruiting!”
And yet amidst the spree;
thereafter peered I through,
A boon past filigree,
An overbrim en-route:
A gilded chalice; to glow when only spired upon its wallow.
“However scornful, I insist; still.”
Sep 28, 2017
Sep 28, 2017 at 1:17 PM UTC
“Insistent I beseech; that I must be upon its brim.”
Wallow-crusted, ink-seared bed; a crooked-
pearl adorned corals by the thawed bank,
Bountiful aye! The cruise has yet booked;
but hasty tripped the waves and got me shank!
“Hush’n harken! ‘Tis the fruiting!”
And yet amidst the spree;
thereafter peered I through,
A boon past filigree,
An overbrim en-route:
A gilded chalice; to glow when only spired upon its wallow.
“However scornful, I insist; still.”
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