The Manic Of Manic-Depressive
Scenery's somersaulting solstice
Segues to scintillating explications
Fools Rush In... Part 1
What is that sound from the muscle of vitality?
It screams like the winds of October.
Move through the vessels of mass,
Fugacious... Part 2
The regurgitated bubble float towards gaiety,
Graceful as the pollen on May's air.
Sores have been nursed by the sands at the bottom of the glass.
Partnered butterflies release renaissance into a labrynth of veracity.
~ Saint Nature Reveals It's True, Ambiguous Polarity ~
Irony is the genesis to the dearth of sanctuary.
Sanctity swallowed psychosmic sawdust