}in-clue-shiv{

     
       
 
washout the most lavished way      
in exotic everest foaming showers      
     
in essential dissection      
     
there’s still an elusive staring orgasmic horizon      
     
     
your puked out trials        
are somethings in mere touched upon shallows      
if not epic comedic fatalities      
of a never ventured upon bare basics even      
     
     
pathetic      
     
neither the trials nor errors      
     
but the set judgemental bars of obligated objectivities      
     
what are you made of when you think [it/ in] counts      
     
     
     
your so drained  [d/h]eadweights in faked missions  
 
pales in no comparison      
     
to the unconditional geosmins in the air      
from sudden sweeping in rapturous outpours    
percolating deep down the filling core      
       
     
and how you still feel Her bodily resonance as yours