Smokescreen beyond bellyache crouch my navel,distill
Of a billion burnish,moles of moth balls and gallivanting sprouts
Ponder ponders me libertas in the manacles of old mannikin,
Unbridled wraith set me appalled
Orisha nla's tentacles beyond borderline
Was mettlesome grid for severe backwoods
And of the whole shebang of backwaters,
O filth in the air was punched to subside,
Dreary in my dark shod velvet shoes, slipped off
Fate of nocturnal banks, wonderlands of the unseen shores
Ponder ponders me libertas grievous ligaments on my snowball
And now weary beneath the subcutaneous.... vestige of appalling dawn
A pall of fortune mists on the runaways
Like a honeycomb,my orisha nla woke
O to pelt and peel away palls of vicissitudes
A pound of ajilete's artesian wells,not plough akimbo,
Ignited pistols of my bellyaching navel
The gods of mists in their jackpot of infinities
Reprieve me with piggy pigeonhole and buttonhole of the mystic mountain dews
Drool,he had mountains drooled beneath his gestapo
Bade the mediocres for forests to swallow him
With the obtuse wallow of mysticism , Ajilete's drool
Unsheathed his smokescreen beyond frails of the hagard jungles
Of froth grouch's in dainty palm frond
Of palm fronds echoing shalom from the remote mint of forlorn coins
Above the misty dawn's frolic frolicking Beyond the saggy skin of morning vapours
Intered in the pilgrimage of broken shadows and phosphorescent leaps
The sun percolating from sunrises and sunsets
Above and below the moribund of porous vintages
And autarky of reddish procession sown the seedbed of a new dawn
Nocturnal banks yell over dissipated gongs and emasculated gourds
Mortals turn into paranoids at the percolating injury of sauntering sun
Sifting suns bestow accolades upon the parsimonious dusk
Where doting hours bejewelled with ignoble harakiri
Yearns for the long turmoils of infinite nirvana
And solemnity of the sifting suns litters with the brouhaha of falling sails
Behold the insensate came to town too late.
Birds of the forests,birds of the jungles
Birds of passage
In creasing tremors and quell of broken wings
Assail the mount everest when ovations dissipate
Corn sheaves and fortune barleys from the golden hills
O erupted in the dingy clouds of subterranean motes,
Besmirched and mysterious to the cats'paw of termites and woodpeckers
And pilloried by orisha nla's thoughtful marbles
Beautiful kismet whisk preparedness unto golden hills
Orisha nla's conscience a volley of mother nature 's consciousness
As ponders ponder me libertas, auldlangsyne fell to forest remorse
The sages hardly elope from the tangled knots
Of repugnant allusion and bickering dawns
Time and shadows allure to the weariness of time
As wanton clouds of vaporous time growl, In the subterfuge of seething suns
Nocturnal banks exit as ponders ponder me libertas for the golden hills
O Ajilete's drool infinitely transmogrifies unto mountain dews of the golden morns
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