Be crosses blurb the
Past, the herbs toss luncheons
for everyday
mine's crosses paths
firmly pale plights
the grass envelopes
touch
thought modernity.
In transit flux
impairs enchantment
read, brought mellow in attempts
haunt mythological founts
and heaven's heroes;
Attempts my due
from environs
force les paradis,
my entourage serve
those pleasures return
in sumptuous apathy.
The pont did close 'midst
'cept between,
like sketches 'dorn metrics
'Scape exhaustions forlorn,
Scapes bastions yearned
every reality
deposes.
Arcadia's concern
treats discarded nudes,
disappointing,
disappointing for'all
this bleak view.
