Under thine vaster Aeolian dome
I hear the lulling foam extreme
upon her footsteps rendered mute
within her crystal haliotis gleam.
I stand on a blue alienated shore
in veils of twilight sombered west
and falling, lost on a purple foam
I shoot the canopic suns and rest.
Along the gray rock-raveled spume
I sense her pleasance of mutable perfume
and turn a love to her lost pagan things
and dream of her nymph’s uncleaving bloom.
Under a high mysteriarch of a trinal noon
on my lute of jade I sing to she
into the plum-plucked midnight strewn
and drink her Olympian ecstasy.
In sunken voidness absolute
where galleons crumble and krakens nurse
I tread invisibly beyond the flame
of this star in the universe.
In this undimentional cyclic vast
a sun triumphant with strength and light
I reach an unhorizoned granite-spike
tangled with tissues of planets confined
in their tireless starry-pinioned flight.
A wizard, I, crying eerily,
and with a misshapen shadow, crawl
to raise my ensanguined blade, then scream-
and watch the vapor phantoms fall.
I awake, unknown, near a spring
carrying downstream oblivion’s tide
with blazoned butterflies in duskiest greens
assailing my sluggish calms oblique
and cast then upon an eventide.
I carve a subtle ruin of stones,
divinating, blindly drawn,
like a wisp of crocus dawn
awakens a barbarical conjurer
that conjures up her form anew
forever naked in the sun.
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The imagery here was beautiful! For some reason i now have a craving for chocolate..either you have a subliminal message or I'm just hungry 
awesome write!
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