A Prolegomenon to the Eschatology of Ephemera
A phantasmagoria of recondite lore,
Obfuscates the hypnopompic shore,
Where sesquipedalian specters soar,
And limn the liminal, forevermore.
The supererogatory platitudes
Disinter a million turpitudes,
In the vast, cacophonous amplitudes
Of perambulating multitudes.
With an antediluvian, crepuscular light,
A parallax of somnambulistic might,
Propitiates the tenebrous of night,
And convalesces from diurnal blight.
This preternatural, hebdomadal trance,
Perpetuates a peregrine mischance,
A concatenation in the cosmic dance,
An iridescence in the temporal expanse.
The exigent ubiquity of dread,
Emancipates the uninhibited dead,
While discombobulated thoughts are shed,
On the palimpsest of what has been unsaid.
An effervescence of eidetic scorn,
Accoutered in the panoply of morn,
Begs the jejune, forsworn, and newly born,
To be forever from the commonplace torn.
The recalcitrant, syncretistic mind,
Obliviates the solace it could find,
Leaving sagacious axioms behind,
To be to abject inanition consigned.
A contumacious, epistemological plight,
Engenders the eschatological fright,
Where refulgent, synecdochic light
Is immolated in the umbral night.
The antinomian, disquisitionary phase,
Convolutes the antilogy of days,
With heterodox, multifarious ways,
And a panoply of periphrastic haze.
The inexorable, fuliginous descent,
Upon which countless centuries are spent,
Is an encomium, by happenstance sent,
A lugubrious and transient testament.
The obsequious and sycophantic praise,
Illuminates the profligate malaise,
In the labyrinthine, Sisyphean maze,
Of our sclerotic, hypnagogic days.
A philistine, recalcitrant disdain,
For the abstruse and metaphysical pain,
Makes an ignominious and plebeian claim,
To the verisimilitude of a vapid name.
The lugubrious, lacustrine, limpid tears,
That mitigate our idiosyncratic fears,
Are the prolepsis of our burgeoning years,
And the harbinger of our expiring cheers.
With an otiose, anachronistic gait,
We peregrinate to meet our fated state,
While the egregious, obdurate mandate
Is to prevaricate and obfuscate.
The effulgent, refulgent, scintillant gleam,
Is but a meretricious, fallacious dream,
A nascent, narcissistic, nascent stream,
In a hypothecated, inchoate theme.
A propaedeutic to the cataclysmic,
With rhapsodic, and euphemistic,
And idiosyncratic, and pessimistic
Lamentations, iconoclastic.
The obfuscatory, ineffable art,
Plays a synecdochic, paratactic part,
In the inexorable and cathartic start,
Of the disintegration of the human heart.
A supercilious, pusillanimous dread,
Unfurled by the insouciant, unread,
Is the apotheosis of the newly dead,
A cacophonous and somnambulant thread.
A sesquipedalian, obsequious plea,
From the obdurate, inchoate, and free,
To the platitudinous and absentee
Omnipotent, ubiquitously.
The egregious and egregious disdain,
For the lugubrious and plebeian plain,
Is a testament to the inane and vain,
And the ephemeral and transient pain.
The anachronistic, otiose design,
Perpetuates the egregious, obscene sign,
Of the recalcitrant and philistine,
And the insouciant, clandestine.
A contumacious, sclerotic gaze,
Navigates the phantasmagoric maze,
And in the multifarious, nebulous haze,
It finds an apotheosis of its days.
The idiosyncratic, heterodox way,
Leads to an umbral, obfuscated day,
Where hypothecated truths all fray,
And to an apotheosis they all pray.
A meretricious, nascent, vain display,
Where platitudinous and jejune thoughts sway,
Is a testament to the disarray,
And the supererogatory play.
The lugubrious, peregrine mischance,
Is an encomium of the cosmic dance,
A liminal, tenebrous, crepuscular trance,
And a convalescent, misanthropic glance.
The exigent, ubiquitously spread,
Emanates from the uninhibited dead,
And leaves the discombobulated, unread,
With a palimpsest of what has been unsaid.
A concatenation of eidetic scorn,
Accoutered in the pantheon of morn,
Begs the sagacious, forsworn, and newly born,
To be from their complacency torn.
The recalcitrant, syncretistic plea,
Obliviates the veracity it could see,
Leaving heterodox axioms to be,
Consigned to utter sophistry.
A contumacious, epistemological dread,
Engenders the eschatological thought instead,
Where synecdochic, refulgent, golden thread,
Is immolated by the newly dead.
The antinomian, disquisitionary might,
Convolutes the antilogy of the night,
With idiosyncratic and nascent light,
And a fuliginous and umbral blight.
The inexorable, supererogatory,
Is a testament to the transitory,
A lugubrious and contradictory,
And narcissistic, desultory.
The obsequious, profligate malaise,
Illuminates the Sisyphean haze,
In the recalcitrant, philistine gaze,
Of the anachronistic, obfuscated days.
A nascent, narcissistic, vacant plea,
From the obdurate, jejune, and free,
To the supercilious, pusillanimous sea,
Of an impotent ubiquity.
The egregious, egregious and profane,
For the meretricious and insouciant rain,
Is a premonition of the inane and vain,
And the ephemeral and transient pain.
The anachronistic, otiose, absurd,
Perpetuates the egregious, absurd,
Of the recalcitrant and absurd,
And the insouciant, absurd.
A contumacious, sclerotic, dark,
Navigates the phantasmagoric ark,
And in the multifarious, nebular dark,
It leaves an apotheosis mark.
The idiosyncratic, heterodox, and wan,
Leads to an umbral, obfuscated dawn,
Where hypothecated truths all are gone,
And an apotheosis is drawn.
A meretricious, nascent, vapid plea,
Where platitudinous and jejune thoughts flee,
Is a testament to the disarray,
And the supererogatory day.
The lugubrious, peregrine, dark trance,
Is an encomium of the cosmic mischance,
A liminal, tenebrous, crepuscular dance,
And a convalescent, misanthropic glance.
The exigent, ubiquitously-spread,
Emanates from the uninhibitedly dead,
And leaves the discombobulated, and unread,
With a palimpsest of what's been unsaid.
A concatenation of eidetic, scornful might,
Accoutered in the panoply of the night,
Begs the sagacious, forsworn, with all its might,
To be from its complacency, and from its plight.
The recalcitrant, syncretistic, and profound,
Obliviates the solace that was found,
Leaving heterodox axioms on the ground,
To be to abject inanition bound.
A contumacious, epistemological dread,
Engenders the eschatological word instead,
Where synecdochic, refulgent, golden thread,
Is by the newly dead, and the unread, bred.
The antinomian, disquisitionary, vast,
Convolutes the antilogy of the past,
With idiosyncratic and nascent contrast,
And a fuliginous and umbral mast.
The inexorable, supererogatory, vain,
Is a testament to the transient, and the inane,
A lugubrious and contradictory, vain,
And narcissistic, contradictory, vain.
The obsequious, profligate, and profound,
Illuminates the Sisyphean, absurd ground,
In the recalcitrant, philistine, unsound,
Of the anachronistic, obfuscated sound.
A nascent, narcissistic, vacant ground,
From the obdurate, jejune, and unsound,
To the supercilious, pusillanimous, profound,
Of an impotent ubiquity, and of an unsound ground.
The egregious, egregious, and absurd,
For the meretricious and insouciant, absurd,
Is a premonition of the transient, and the absurd,
And the ephemeral and transient, absurd, word.
The anachronistic, otiose, and profound,
Perpetuates the egregious, and the unsound,
Of the recalcitrant and profound, and the absurd,
And the insouciant, clandestine, and profound, word.
A contumacious, sclerotic, and absurd,
Navigates the phantasmagoric, and the unheard,
And in the multifarious, nebular, and the absurd,
It finds an apotheosis, and an absurd word.
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