SENTINEL I- ALADDIN'S CAVE Part two

bliss of bird eye views fadeth not.Table manners,street manners,time manners,feet manners,strictured as it were,by all ramification,tosses sheeny gait.Eyes Of the owl,the tiger of my little frame,playing waterpolo,with the artesian glances,ferried on its spirituous magnetic fields,observatory aquarium of introspection and retrospection,imagination,reticence,prognostication, dissertational groundwork and theoretical modules of my cephalic index's brownstudious motif.They are imbued,with the mind's eye,whose outward bound,long dead.What a double barrel sentinel i,with treasure troves at my aladdin's cave,when marrooned with my artwork,in the midst of stormy earth.