sonorous as such not so muchdense a voice pleads when
as mellifluous a tongue inside me
unpleasant its mendacious creed
of eloquence full as empty ships
surrounded by blinding seagulls
dizzying their bittersweet hiraeth
luminous not in sun this wistfulness
infused by echoing passengers of life
as time leaves its vellichor fumes
in each limerence that darkens
its nyctophile tongue in search
of serendipity broken the benefit
of fateful aftermath in earthly solitude
bleak ethereal isolation not delicate
nor beneficial lightly its silent sedition
© om ulloa
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