Deep Dunes of Corron

through the spyglass I visualize a trenching demise,
flirtatious, loquacious, insensitive human beings,
beautiful birds toning down the ugly silence,
an acute measurement to this gleaming suite,
i belong in a basket of dreams,
frame to frame, lore to love,
misery in misted matrimony,
ugliness and quirkiness,
dimwitted fools sipping detergent in gulps,
a vine covering the wine in the winerys walls its divine,
utterly soaking up sore bits in the wood, its towering incasings,
bloody frozen chests of bagged waste clips,
refurbishing electronical picks,
the prospector kills the pastor then quits,
spiders making webbed pits,
travelling on trains just for random trips,
no destination just random events,
constant motion, subterminal devotion,
chaos gearing corrosion, clenching teeth in damp grass,
poisoning the river, kefkas laughs shrill, a psychotic task,
what does this mean to be poised in appearance?
buying things in walmart on clearance,
riding face forward to my dearest,
weariest day, deluded in pain,
coaxing a crippling trueness in the rain
wandering down an alley,
losing balance crashing down a steep valley,
awaking at a rally, this is the posh finale,
the punch in the stanza,
the endless drizzling of the water,
in torrents by the credits,
in soaring deep ends by the depth sweeps,
here we arrive at the dunes, while she weaps