Arrays Of Delight, .

For how long to belong in this gallery of illusion? trying to transmute into another world unknown time tosses into torrid oblivion to dislodge lest drunken images may slip away from mirror as cusp of fear tumbles in dew of reminiscence. eyes peek to allay for joy to adorn yet lost for moments to listen and learn twist of torque art of ecstasy needs to springs up from buried shore lest whisper may knock door of silence to insinuate for cuckoo to cease soliloquy of sorrow from tattered twig. sun backed pain intends to impede airiness night heaves to atone in hide of hindrance as soliloquy of day piques to rhyme sorrow album of memoir intones to crumble beyond. When abyss of labyrinth drools over preemption. cringed green remembers arrays of delight past reflex of mirror slips away into instinct night heaves light to hide in redemption grief captivates silky grace of pine in snow stillness lays back hoping to flay back for tomorrow.