Miasma Patois

Tenacious tangible  
tangerine tantrums,
 
stifle solar symphonies  
serenading sunspots,
 
leisurely loitering lavender lineations  
to Luna's lethargic lullaby  
liquidating Lilith's libretto.
 
gingerly guarding  
gravitational gyrations  
granting granite  
glockenspiel gumdrops  
to glide graciously  
into a gelatinous  
Glock garrison.
 
hard down smart struck  
out of up ironed my luck  
into your narthex I face  
a faded away eighth day  
from your week,
 
I hum into your go away entrance  
all milineal charm trapped in a  
radioactive rally alarm radial retinas  
span the horizon I hover in your flight  
broken sooty wing of night,
 
I spite my inner knight he is a bitch a
cabron a carbon copy of a linear
witch that whips solar plexus flares of nexus I'm resurrected inside the convulsing whine of your dying shine.  
 
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