NAIVE SOMNAMBULIST.PART 1

Moisture humidifies,the Sun goes down and the moon returns at noon.The eliptical oval shall hang up the milky way,stuck as roisterer by teleology and determinism in the unflinching coefficient of expansion.Hung in my babel's tower,somnambulist reprobate,somnambulist renegade,shall be hung up in the perpendical holes of the assymetric galaxies.Naive somnambulist fortitude across pendulous girth rekindled brouhaha.And suspense warning soul fluttered to codswallop as cockcrows.Hercules pouts at mt.everest,at the comedy of manners warm they their cockleshell.Summerhouse,my abode,fraught with immaculate derelicts and somnambulists'comeupance.And everysloth fallen at the rendezvous of renegades,solicitude expunged as war danced and coats my musings abstrusive.Clandestine clouds of blue waves,clumped on hoitytoity.Dead in the seasmuddle,little did they now prowl bemused.Restless consonance of distant maws and somnambulist pleads succour where eyebrows and eyelids met.Nothing else but dreary eyes shut beneath titanic