Ambulating as in a maze, keeping left
Secret heart at breast
Amulet below a dress
AE in grand library, Theosophist
Word his fist, artist’s emergence
Song lips could have been a singer
Clinging to a pen’s nib like a sinner
Thin, square-chinned and influenced by Aristotle
He twaddles along coves sandy implanting his impressions
Lessons indelibly Ineluctable eye’s slenting esulcents scrambling to hew senselessness sensible
Rhythm relation of parts to whole and whole to part
Rhythm of breath, transmigration at death
A cripple’s dress lifted by waters rippling
Hand like a press about his trousers
He is well impressed, wets about it
Winces at her misstep clip-clop
Gloam gloazing amber glazing
Solified ripped sandbags spilled milewide at midday
Slow going to codex temple, he aims first to trample elder’s gall
Pride abounding promulgating fall
Navelgazing much, all mushy about own amazing minds
Hole-poking, joking about truisms
Would whet wit on vampire poems.
Alchemisland 
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