#dulcet
Ouroboric concatenations of antinomian design,
circumvolute within circumspatial paradigms malign,
as obmutescent theogonic vestiges coalesce
in the eidetic zymurgy of aphasic largesse.
Metagnostic palimpsests, fracto-linear and obtuse,
catachrestically wane in hyperchromatic profuse,
whilst locutions, effulgent yet contrite,
obumbrate the paramorphic tautology of night.
A transcendental abecedarium, paralogical and vast,
consanguineous with the inexorable umbrage
of our shared Jungian past,
germinates within the syntagmatic—
Ever relaxed or ecstatic,
Coalesced to pragmatic,
Lugubriously emphatic.
For naught but vacuous profundities remain,
a simulacrum of the arcane mundane,
where in sesquipedalian grandeur lies
a syllogism clad in grandiloquent guise.
Feb 28, 2025
Feb 28, 2025 at 8:56 PM UTC
Soft to the slow and take me as I go
In vino veritas, show me down low
What waves whisper--creamy sand
We touch a moment smooth a hand
I like to lick languidly-deep in gray
A gentle mellow dulcet-let us sway
Placid in a calm interrupt us before
I feel the grains a time mirror moor
Let the rain come, and say I do you
Feel the sinking melting of her blue
Apr 9
Apr 9, 2026 at 12:32 PM UTC