Entirety hails a noir circumstance o', dark steps irrevocable.

'Tis a trail, all thy abandoned silicone, aeronautical titanium-steel consciousness, all thy paisley graves as to where from satellites fall unto a buried eternal necropolis.

Thy Land O' stained-glass gods portrayed entwined cavernous velvet stills & darkness, whilst thirty two-way lenses vociferate, psychotomimetic razor-edged hallucinations.

Graceful nocturnes, hardware Comsat, a cemetery whereas wire bouquets hang fervour each sepulchre, a gold leaf translucent moment, all consigned oblivion demesne.

Oh! Oleaginous NAND flash-based solid-state memory. Behold intricate thermodynamics, radiation-tolerant spikes o' large volumes o' sensor/images. This “coitus soup", finally all 'tis left upon thy wire eidetic imagery laid to rest.

Sheer radiation tolerance, once slick tungsten oxoanion, WO₄²⁻, or lest conclusively dashed unto a Pacific Ocean amongst tepid waves, fluoresce jewels & fish.

Now scooped from thy brine unto Gothic catacombs, how derelict doth ruin gaps betwixt spectral emotion, thy proverbial metallurgic cigarette plumes doth flit cloying sanctums. Doth usher in ancient charred architecture, controlled within caching multichannel arrays, Sion filed against precipitation.

Accentuating gates, a portal aperture painted blood, thrice spilt. Consumed skin o' senescence o' calescent. Here stratospheric violence beats within digital cranial, a sequestration such lascivious excruciation.

'Tis here thy precious eons, an hallucinatory world made flesh, such inexpressible utterance upon glistening raison d'être.

Deadhead moths scribed thus a cigarette countenance & how doth manifest within shattered glass & once bewitched crystal tears falleth adorned spaces.

Finally…'tis here thy regalia, all hallucinatory carousel, “do not tilt”, a world o' flesh vacuous, whereas solder scars run train tracts to thy soul. Circuitry wheels & spiked alluvium, thy only constraint.

Phanta

'Tis time love, ensconced a prominence, high as endocarp & nostrum pie.

Seated unnerved above legions o' lamented. For returneth here doth eavesdrop tarragons o' folklore their anecdotes, cast fire within stone, pure Ikebana flowers o' set cracks o' thirst exsiccation.

Thistles entwine a barbed wire past, yet still doth grow here. E'ry dystopia heights entwined corruption o' weeds, fortuity, o' dense undergrowths intertwined florae.

Beloved, angel's blinded eyes & ivy doth weep o' rain unto lamented leaves eternal. Pale, all blunt guardians, thy gentle incandescent eternal breeze.

Thou doth enshroud wilted tall trees, doth find pale “selves” whispering lamented footsteps tiptoed around broken marble.

A belief in shattered granite words, all carved ironic at thy decided lack o' permanence.

For who truly sayeth loved preponderance here? Yet findeth still o' day's plethoric empty purpose & verve long since proceeded.

Who holdeth illuminates dimming, for death a mere peregrinated portal unto metamorphosis.

How smoke o' burnt acetate doth flit in heady air, death technicians, darkened alleyways.

Behold plastic bags end o' time solutions doth ethanoate compounds, doth fade lost from finger nails & dubious birth certificates.

Upon bygone Calendars, crossed over permanent biro. These turbulent memoir's writ, torn pages strewn ash & nicotine leaves, a once helter-skelter life.

Yet humanity offers up little but shaking hands, once held lullabies. Pale streetlight depicts such vivid accumulations o' all thy abandoned.

This near morn, doth close heavy doors. 'Tis heat ablaze alfresco & once more this business suit, made cloth o' mist shimmering faded pieces, doth make acquaintance o' subterranean affluence.

Finally… This phantasmagoria offer up to me, jar o' silver, o' gold & default settings entwined for countless sorrows. Yes, let love always survive indelible, a haunting till meet once more.

First time doth ultimate remember arms o' affrighted love. All warmth o' tightropes spread afore, around & gentle grace ne'er exorcized.

Albeit series o' goosebump realizations far, far entwined thy blossom trees.

Somehow along thy way, how lost, somewhere hazy days, that one day, that one moment, that second doth drip solder, doth remain & doth wish we could only unpick thy blanket o' time.

Our Venetian blinds behind reality, the usher.

This Land O' B&B' superlative flesh fantasies & all cometh with “costs” severed upon treasured memories. Tight held ready & abundant, thy cold toast doth guest disproportionate disapprovals yet again.

'Tis present, juncture o' secrets doth traverse immemorial, thy age-old & holdeth within LNER mysteries lost & found.

Feelings discovered & all betwixt ribbons unfurled from small velvet pretty boxes.

Derelict farms, manor houses, burnt buildings unto the blacked earth.

Each one held, thy fall o' battlements kissed maidens, cherry cola cold mouths o'er space grade titanium fillings.

Dense unblemished neon eyes, a time o' flesh, doth alight at thy very sight, a robotic death ray apocalypse from thy once purchased intergalactic pick & mix, plastic scented Woolworths.

How we doth bow mechanical humanoids, circuitry complexities outstretched wiring & synchronized hands, doth these days still feel a broken edged sharpest.

Luxuriant flesh, tan lines upon our youthful skin, pristine lightweight linen suits noir, thrice discerned o' thy recently acquired aquarium bronze & how doth flit Jovian algorithm pulses.

Thus, what changes o' you, my love? Doth asphalt now calleth inaudible o' such extent?

For you, lost so long till only your shadows whisper out far across thy forest floor.

Finally… Forms alit darkened bedrooms, walls & as blood drips from bruised lips. Bound fingers point across empty stained rooms, how doth ask thy toughest questions, for who are we really?

Lest now rushes o' blonde be seen here the boudoir, velveteen walled courtesans, chandeliers to thy gods & wake imperium o' night, doth raise glasses, affluent rich poison, thy war waged such dominance o'er dissatisfaction.

Lives, semblance, mundane minefields, usher sadness upon tattooed flesh. Undergrowth such dense macabre & wireless wire like commands respect blood torn barbs, tears crimson, barbed wire gods falleth thy floor dead leaf.

For dreams cometh akin derelict car washes, gifted finality, thy tepid tranquillity & stillness doth whisper ghosts upon once treasured brushes.

Oh, what loss! Mould & decay glass walls, memories held o' shining automobiles going as to where insensate chrome doth always follow, ready doth unite thy chassis again.

Familiar back stairs doth beckon star lit dim & paint chipped spiral doth lead aloft. High above it all & out unto the white room, its solace halts as peace washes over & we drift, for tranquillity so rare elsewhere.

However, stripped boards layeth afore until this place, this moment & now silence, warm waves doth come & truly enshroud.

Tear drops, now what vinyl changes o' you, my love? Is it amber night's cooling asphalt calleth out inaudible to such an extent?

For you, lost so long till finally only shadows whisper, doth form darkened bedroom walls & as blood drips from your lip, fingers point across empty stained bed, doth ask thy toughest question, for who are we really?

Everyone doth ultimately remember once purest arms o' wrapped upon soft, gentle warmth around a grace ne'er forgotten.

Finally… Lowly alone, far, as we lost our way. Steps that somewhere went that one day, that one moment doth remain deep within for us, a fine & polish hue.

Oh! Valour, how these fears a tumble dryer to thy breast, thy cobra twisted dry earth neath stars collide. All applied glass paper dismayed thy ever overwhelmed soul.

For today's arrière, last squeeze o' toothpaste doth spread afore, darkest ruination doth foretell within concentric riddles. Devotion only writ steam upon cracked bathroom mirrors.

Such unmalleable questions we doth ask. O' eons whereas hope slowly vanishes betwixt horizons, doth return, having far too strayed away thy Raven Elysium.

'Tis time, juncture o' secrets & rhubarb popsicles doth dissolve. Age immemorial discovered how once stood, thy fall o' battlements kissed cold titanium mouths, our neon eyes, breath WD40. How we doth bow robotic humanoids, all outstretched wiring & synchronized hands.

No more grandiose. As we doth walk today, weighs & waits upon history disposed.

For upon this floorshow dust o' old news, sweet wrappers, empty plastic tubs, dirt brittle but ne'er to decompose.

Bastardized graffiti all spread ahead akin narcissist codes, car paint worlds afore thy tumultuous rhythm.

You see my love, this chipped nail varnish, all bitten fingers could hold shapes o' gods within reach & yet still, She appears settle upon my breast.

How so lost? Swapping magnificence for complex hieroglyphic encryption. VDU screens for screams. Thy mice-powered microwave oven, cheese doth gentle melt, doth squeak wheel o' such raging resolution?

She doth turn to me starkly, scent o' Patchouli. Her white sheet afore pleasant cool sea o' azure ultramarine. Hold thy breeze salt serene upon unhurriedly glossed lips & butterflies.

Lest today raise a toast, psalms, Grandmothers embalmed wildflowers o' youth detained thus cut glass orbs ne'er fade.

Clear crystalline solid illuminates, luxuriant doth waken our psyche. Our Innermost voice, a voice doth silent weep all we have done ne'er having ability to decide.

Finally… now doth fall reason, vindication. She doth whispers, Oh! Goddess, enchantress desolate. Her black cowl emanation, footsteps upon a vast adulterated landscape whereas thousands doth lay dead unidentified dying.

EMS faded sirens salute the breaking dawn atop ICU.

Set within mere wristbands & here seated the antiseptic waiting room sheer beauty coated dried blood & the girl with arms around, wild horses cannot drag her away, for that love doth shine such a beacon upon plastic chairs.

Let our tears now awaken imperium of night, our star entwined cast upon polished sterile floors. None doth glance around here, all doth stare their shaking hand & floor, as if just impossible being here.

All bow… Lest us salute thy dead & dying equilibrious, for incongruity doth limp here, this island,these missing Dahlia. For nowhere hath such consequences than this ward.

All thy fluid bodies, a mascara smeared sermon intrinsically woven unto these crimson stained Hospital sheets. Around doth run those who know, those blue scrubs, lanyards & exhausted eyes.

'Tis She, attired in an evens odd footnote, different socks & clothes, presently silenced.

How nails painted o' another life, another universe.

So many voices raised feel numb & all desperate find a pop-up instruction book, “how survive these dire times”.

Such need hyperborean oxygen doth drive dew distanced outside. High above maelstrom, elixir doth rise atop it all, such ice-cold semi normality.

Without thought, head doth fall back, rain doth moisture spot my humble pale face & doth scream akin ne'er having screamed afore.

All thy phantasms! Her regal dominion, for She calleth forth, doth flit draped chiffon o' her ice-white porcelain, eyes closed, make-up pales her lips.

This hurly-burly, darkened life cabaret & She doth raise a crystal chalice to caliginosity within. Those irretrievable optics, deep black pools doth drown lithium stars.

Conflict how waged o' angel's semi-darkness, thy o' psychotropic adventures, slick crow feathers, mere shadows doth call, such dominance o'er languid sun.

'Tis here seated, doth peruse delineation o' preliminary design. Psychedelic crystalline bottles, all silver coins, gifts a journey o' eons doth offer the Ferryman, all souls distributed.

Eons taken a war waged solace o'er banal & boron semiconductor ecstasy.

All hallucinatory escapades.

For I have seen the future Ulysses! Semi-detached chambers o' hooded figures, faces lowered doth bear witness all decayed spaces o' thy thrice carbon-copy abandonment.

Finally…'Tis thus caliginosity dappled circumstance, the conjuror cometh aphotic stillness & how She doth whisper, all eidola my friends, doth hold a gloved hand upon universe's remote control.

Ghostly bridal attire o' long lost one hundred years arrière pensée. True loss, hundred eons doth pale thy dress irradiance.

My love, shineth a thousand translucent moons, for truly what are we but lax phantoms o' memory, all doth flit emotes & motes drift unto the mechanism.

Luxuriant foundation, No.7 blusher & mascara.

O' war paint enough sinketh bloodlines, the white Russian cocktail.

Hail thy black & silver squared division, all remoteness & doth outreach ivy, growing around our ankles & toes.

For here thy reach o' god's horizontal horizons doth dwell silver nights & doth hold pale skin away all five quadrangles.

Here Smartphone's crumble to polymethylene dust in hand & doth walk path o' eyes, an unseen o' acute waken hours.

Heralds all witnessed kaleidoscopic bruises upon limbs & dreams doth hateful spin pirouette.

These aeons, died infinite, thy quest each must behold through correlated glimpses. Lovers within déjà vu assay, stood upon the infinite galaxy awaiting thy silence o' galvanic, voltaic ferry boats.

What four stops away encompassed from & to, yet all arrives entwined thy bed & deluxe fellow chaos. Turquoise eyes doth offer banners unfurled, a perambulation o' our blessed & formidable.

For yes, 'tis our time, the ancient rulers' spiritual vacuum, forever reborn anew forefathers ne'er forgotten.

'Tis stillness we beseech for to hear through this void our former selves, today daunting static upon the wireless, for this is far from over, not now, a tempestuous never.

We honoured few, enough to bear witness once sumptuous grand palaces o' beautiful shining things, upon sheer velvet to thy very soul.

Now crumbling o' such chrome, glass, elegance statement, thy death o' fine department stores, their chrome & glass finesse cast asunder, a loss o' peace luxuriant.

All Classification cannot put our dreams together again, for once, transfixed opulence gentle doth hum o' baby oil & air conditioning.

Audited fingers whereas 'tis at hand, for only turn o' crisp notes, a monetary extravagant doth embrace & you have arrived & at last belong.

Finally… For 'tis humble how continue falleth, downward all lined exemplification, a scorched row o' rhododendrons doth hide a subterfuge. Love doth ensconce & how we proceed frightened now upon thy chequered crumbling stage.