I Prefer Not To.
thy beauty,
prosody
to parchment
petaline
pan silvery waves
as time
forgets
to squander
the frailest shade
peculiar
of a vespertine avail
assailing
listless seas
sweet aureate
avolens
how verily
i doth adore
thy sighing wells
of svelte
pretense
there is beauty in all things
for it exists within our words.
one mustn’t hazard any
further contemplation.
the time to speak is now.
resonate sonorously
with prosody profound.
each soul must
sing its song.
imbue your voice
upon the world
’til your heart
rings the truth of love.
with harmonic resolve.
Max, or Not 