Dream of smooth craft   dulcet verse as is my wont,
but such folly bears  barred grid smirk,
profound perfume of, meandering willingness an adventuress wayfarer,
immerse yourself in velvet vales extant when presenting oneself,
idle musing is a feeble pursuit not rectifiable nor  fruitful either,
the pursuit of wobbly craft as of popular endorsement disregard,
tap alternatively  into the zestfulness of  silken sibilant surround,
relish harbours awash with mythic mists,
delve into cityscapes of ample architecture,
savour rich symbolism of facial candour,
instigate a mental purge on mental blight,
filter out influences inane ink dribbles,
pore  over unleashed universes mildly overlooked,
analyse verbal violets that taunt the nose,
let the neural landscape invite the awestruck  and start rambling  gloriously,
it’s such an insightful immersive integration,
as the colourful silken menagerie though terribly  quaint,
unfolding as if I the observer were involved,
a fated family member on a sumptuous voyage without limit,
that was prone to mystery moons,
fallacious nascent story plot lumpen plod,
wither away guiltless abandonment futile,
just contemplate vast riches before the dawn rising,
and the pearls encased in stolid  bristling hubs,
one can now amass the gleaming jewel,
that moiety whose uncanny stillness,
is the unsigned warrant of exclusion,
but then these notions shunned onto margin,
one can conceive as beneficial at some point,
a stirring chorus to my dormant pen to meet tasks,
idyllic door dynamic vessel at itchy palm a heavenly harvest,
mellifluous harmony tinged bells a caveat catalyst beyond epoch,
I shred the pages with enduring enchanted expressions my heart pounding,
an accomplice as the encouraging heart can often appear,
the suddenness of interlinking vein whose drive to concatenate mesmerises,
each receptive individual observer whilst passively or otherwise,
volunteering to exchange a listless limb lax for that glistening realm,
of unique pioneer edge from that hesitant yet sworn voice,
covert splinter slate laneway emissary a cling to spring flag,
but annual segment timepiece has never yet become a spirit clamp