As you penetrate this partition,
Beware of what your sake lures posterity's arousal with
Shall yesteryears heap of Verbs sweat out gasps of relief at the junction of adverbs,
Or maybe ascend to streets of unknown ends?
Will the ever ready flank of adjectives decorate you with trash or soil you with beauty?
Will the teary hunger for your return draw *Chukwu's attention to the myth of the phoenix?
Like a tempest rocking the sea
Tomorrow or next it may be
Observe and digest what you see
For either of these it will be;
A set of shining dentition and happy palpitations hidden in plain sight,
Or testaments strolling down grateful cheeks,
As you sink slowly and steadily,
into her red bosom.
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