Daunted Compunction
The mordant emanation of efflorescence
Stings of vaporous mildew aroma and vim
Obfuscating the garrulous ripples of decadence
Abashed in the eloquent flow of the stream
Where we all bloomed from a profane abolition
Dispensing the pompous holiness of the verdure
Harrowed by scathing talons of an immolation
In the hefty crunches of trepidation's dentures
Constantly abjuring the serpents in the ladder
And girdling blaring chortles to fluently subdue
The woebegone ululation of the viscera's utter,
Superimposing a moored spine for incertitude's overdue
As the soul diverge from the meat, leaving a vestige
Of the disquietude citadel toppled and chagrined
By the gauche maneuver to unfurl the jagged ridge;
I veil myself surreptitiously in a pantheon: a perfidious fiend
Time flickered, soughing phantom prose and elegies
Expostulating in the verdigris' serrations for an espionage
To descry the libidinal impetus slathered in vile jaundice
Scraping the emollient sensation in an avalanche
And the weather passes leaving stains of rancor aberrations
Purging the donned grandiose of lazy reveling breaths
And usurping the vicissitude's myriad of collections
I will brood until loquacious compunctions come to death
The shadows will cast lofty upon the deluged floor
And in the lattices I shall seep out like a saber valiantly
Raised to sever the acrimonious malaise and succor
The astray finagling from deluding the deviant sentries
Emitting vexing coruscations and thwarting the solace
In this safe sanctuary sine of destitute desperation
As much as the aglow speculum of exoneration in chaste
Immersion and catharsis, perhaps this fear is my bastion
poem by Norman Santos
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