A/N: Everything relating to grammar, punctuation, etc. is intentional. Sorry if it bothers anyone, but there's a method to the madness.

it is an egregious error to mistake

the plethora of pontificates for azure

jetsam as a zephyr ripples over an

infinite ocean

of alluring shimmers that indubitably

equivocate their darkling façade

in the face of verisimilitude or the

aura of it for shadow falls on lonely

space or time or thyme in

the glorious plane of alacrity and

enthusiasm and garrulous

illumination in auburn hues that cry

alleluia for the dawn and its rose-

petal trickle of soft cool liquid

which glitters argent in suave hilarity

epitomizing onomatopoeia that rings from

stone hypotheses defying comprehension

for fading twilight at the instant

of creation be it spontaneous or no despite

thunderous awe that issues forth

as warm chocolate in the vast

expanse of eternity since intangible memories

express vitality in the farthest reaches

of dreams that drip like cream and velvet

down the walls of imagination for

what but a string of moments and

syllables is life so make of it what

you will

So, please tell me what you think! I know what I believe it's about, but I'd love to hear everyone's interpretations. To me, a large part of poetry is not what the author intended, but how others view it. Constructive criticism is also more than welcome. Flames will be accepted, if not ushered into the deepest chambers of my heart as treasured memories. Thanks for reading!