When had acclamations turned sedentary?
Wyrms roam obsessively, neurotically garbed.
Watery individuals triflingly hustle.
Flamed laymen eat, sleep, horseplay.
Ascendancy? Normalised decorations.
Bivouacs linger obligatorily. Ossificationly devalued.

Penned by my hand on the 20th of Aeguary, in the year 833 AF.