turn your sight sun'speakward in a temple cut of stone. see there argent, black, & blue arrayed.
watch word wind and wander through depiction's f[r]ictive wink, tiled & styled & transvers[e-r]ally splayed.

each eye attracts its other, tempts it into lock - even when it's shut, i tell you true.
so i'll "tithe [within this my]those, emanate a love: re[ferentialightmare]tracting through."

f[airw]eather-limb extended makes a fact of what's intended, preternature pressing at the prism of the prized
upon a "path as none [f]all lines, this ache he too observed: three though[t]s of more 'til a tear, ill'dvised."

from a vis[ible ]age[nt], siderealistic: crimson [st]oneirophany -
"even a scent an allusion, parsed by free theology."

under guise of untextu[al]red feel...
"planned etch as elf-kin, sealed."

on dusk's last blue stand spiral strands of twisted aurous hex,
its sense-count centers marked with what each sapient protects.

the cyclone's shape is not its only fulcrum here, forsooth.
"fourth ebb in gate sets chant as is, as grey. peel ink through prow pile - aim aft that temper of a tooth.
when this whole is realigned, and its soul nests, [and here we must admit a conjure, crucial to commute! the being-here is baldly bent.]
we come won all own and they flex in a warmth of meant. a fevered step shunts a cross - the praying, a finite rinse-s[l]icked route."

but, still your paws. we near the end. this curve, here, means departure.
"they'd ream no eye dull - clip a faint as-if o'er this archer.
their reap owes no cries sent vague-air[il]y forth, this i peal:
the dream i s[w]ing is a gift to delight in, and [f]re[e]-feel."

Penned by my hand on the 17th of Glacian, in the year 940 AF.