My pearl appears fleetingly,
in swirls of shadowed lucidity.
(I often browse the night sky.)
Invisible stigma climbs critical,
to deny dimpled pristine summits,
(I wish for softer mastery removed vagueness.)
where clouds are captured not by any slight;
in swirls of shadowed lucidity.
(I often browse the night sky.)
Invisible stigma climbs critical,
to deny dimpled pristine summits,
(I wish for softer mastery removed vagueness.)
where clouds are captured not by any slight;
rather by means known to spirit placed right.




Hehe, like these bracketed lines of (intentional?) humor.



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