within the gentled stab
of
a fluttering and well-aimed panachelet....
quill-delivered
with
a truemed-song's bellewrung declention....
there be
the nodeless trysting
of a scattershot bird and a wafted tremolo...
crenelated,
festooned
...buckled into stays of insidious profundity.....
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