Gorgeous Gargoyles Poem by Onoma 888

Ganders...gargantua- ensconced in far-fetched space...
(attrition) ...LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...
ROUND THE CORNERS OF PERPETUITY...predilections.
A soul's inalienable fracas...on bend and knee...hop and
whoop...miasmic gargoyles poppy-wreathed...
for all-to-lucid dreaming...chanting etceteras of bare riff raffs.
Golden breastplates...weeping willow wings...empurpled-
fending fang trumping lines of: yuck, cluck, claw and kook.
...Listless eyes...alphabetize...think a blind oracle's
informed absentia...holy and bovine.
Redolent airs...perspiration of spume's most distancing shore-
eyepieces for the specks and logs in the oculos of brothers
and sisters.
As dust to dust doth not settle...heart's yonder score...nay
cease of interstice...off-world amorousness.
Gather ye yarrow sticks...hurl them at days...roofless arcady...
live into the spectra of their worlds, come friend or foe...Fate's
foundling.
Lines strung as prayer beads...curs-ed beads...forget-me-nots
enclosed in letters baiting Long Farewells, in the great literary
correspondence of authored and Author.
...Ye gorgeous gargoyles come perch to push.
Persona non grata...the wide world...unisex prodigal...ALL-
returneth...
LOOK AT THAT LINE...LOOK AT IT...(attrition) ...ROUND THE
CORNERS OF PERPETUITY!
NEBULAEIC FANFARE...come perch to push...lo...ANGELS!