A shaken palm frond’s pagan breath entered disturbingly
The west window left unerringly on vent, to prevent damp.
Stirred to animation’s vainness
The fragrant birdnest cresting
Her saint-curing hair’s knotless knotty undress.
Wonderous wander-pushed eyes
Bright tho’ sunless like
Buried dandelion wine
A plundering pirate’s hideout of mine;
Tide-close in glow and cold as no coat
Even closed those standout
Fabled gaze throwers stand as
Gelid, burstberry examples
A stamp of her spectacular.
She sets a standard
One cannot surpass
Her planted banner
Is city’s unlikely seed.
Alchemisland 
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