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Description
Two strange men spoke in sincere grace
Twin stilted commoners under a cognitive bridge
One fathomed the arch-princess of the East
Deserting the second gentleman in passive heartsick
Familiar by repetitive fancy under ideal allegiance
Spoke the first, “Didst thou crave The Ecclesiastic Nymph?”
Flushed in sorrow the gentleman pondered
Gently and ebulliently the second man asked,

          “Why?  Thy seeks a supplementary stock?
          According to the succeeding guidelines . . .

Neither no woman nor lady
Neither girl nor dame,
Strictly the enchanted essence be superfluous
Oppose all ancient aromatic remedies,
But instead she is a seraphic sylph
Exalted into the timberline verizon
Floating in crystalline Arcadian clouds,
The damsel standing in the sylvan loyalty,
A morning bravura sangfroid
Blessing onward at the sunrise unlocking,
An epiphany of the heavens
With bird wings on her ankles,
Whose idyllic magnificence radiates like the Sun?
                    Do I?

A harp magnetized to her fingertips,
Holy embers around her pupils,
Geese feathers enveloping her arms,
The leaves of the fall beneath her soles,
Spoken in idiom only in requiems and sonnets
Embalmed from first to last myopic perusal,
Torrential tresses crowned in a patrician coronet
Garnished in aquamarines and coruscating diamonds
Boulders of pathos and joie de vivre inseparable,
Daydreamer’s typhoon rideress mounted the unicorn
Holding the spirit, the Helen of Troy,
Creating strife and siege,
And whose aura is of Jesus’s mother?
                    Do I?

She gleams in the elliptic twilight
In the Herculean northern firmament,
Housed in the Elysian superstructure sanctum
Which is unreachable by altitude or latitudes
But by the gentle caressing of a genie’s lamp,
Cherubs dance around her knees,
Consistent in interstellar wanderlust,
Flowing sanguine blood since the fountain of youth
Blossoming rose atop Aphrodite’s oceanic clam,
Ironbound lips varnished in lubricating amalgamation,
Posh lace clothed by hummingbird harmony
Twines binding helixes of heat lightning,
Whom heroic gladiators battle for centennially?
                    Do I?

Eyelashes flickering coins of gold,
Fresh smooth flesh clewed and
Supersaturated by summer snow candescence,
An iris carved in clingstone in twin clouds,
The red star in the blue sandstorm
Indoor the celestial hourglass,
Voice be a soft timbre of echoing wind breezes
Stirring gusts of leaves like tornadoes,
Figure in curvaceous symmetrical pulchritude
Rising with infallible geometry,
Toweled in the velvet silk knitted by the impossible
And uncatchable supersonic fairy goddess,
Whose presence resonates tintinnabulation on the masses?
                    Do I?

Spoke the forlorn gentleman excluded by oxygen,

                   “Aye, I seek her too.”

Description
Two strange men spoke in sincere grace
Twin stilted commoners under a cognitive bridge
One fathomed the arch-princess of the East
Deserting the second gentleman in passive heartsick
Familiar by repetitive fancy under ideal allegiance
Spoke the first, “Didst thou crave The Ecclesiastic Nymph?”
Flushed in sorrow the gentleman pondered
Gently and ebulliently the second man asked,

          “Why?  Thy seeks a supplementary stock?
          According to the succeeding guidelines . . .

Neither no woman nor lady
Neither girl nor dame,
Strictly the enchanted essence be superfluous
Oppose all ancient aromatic remedies,
But instead she is a seraphic sylph
Exalted into the timberline verizon
Floating in crystalline Arcadian clouds,
The damsel standing in the sylvan loyalty,
A morning bravura sangfroid
Blessing onward at the sunrise unlocking,
An epiphany of the heavens
With bird wings on her ankles,
Whose idyllic magnificence radiates like the Sun?
                    Do I?

A harp magnetized to her fingertips,
Holy embers around her pupils,
Geese feathers enveloping her arms,
The leaves of the fall beneath her soles,
Spoken in idiom only in requiems and sonnets
Embalmed from first to last myopic perusal,
Torrential tresses crowned in a patrician coronet
Garnished in aquamarines and coruscating diamonds
Boulders of pathos and joie de vivre inseparable,
Daydreamer’s typhoon rideress mounted the unicorn
Holding the spirit, the Helen of Troy,
Creating strife and siege,
And whose aura is of Jesus’s mother?
                    Do I?

She gleams in the elliptic twilight
In the Herculean northern firmament,
Housed in the Elysian superstructure sanctum
Which is unreachable by altitude or latitudes
But by the gentle caressing of a genie’s lamp,
Cherubs dance around her knees,
Consistent in interstellar wanderlust,
Flowing sanguine blood since the fountain of youth
Blossoming rose atop Aphrodite’s oceanic clam,
Ironbound lips varnished in lubricating amalgamation,
Posh lace clothed by hummingbird harmony
Twines binding helixes of heat lightning,
Whom heroic gladiators battle for centennially?
                    Do I?

Eyelashes flickering coins of gold,
Fresh smooth flesh clewed and
Supersaturated by summer snow candescence,
An iris carved in clingstone in twin clouds,
The red star in the blue sandstorm
Indoor the celestial hourglass,
Voice be a soft timbre of echoing wind breezes
Stirring gusts of leaves like tornadoes,
Figure in curvaceous symmetrical pulchritude
Rising with infallible geometry,
Toweled in the velvet silk knitted by the impossible
And uncatchable supersonic fairy goddess,
Whose presence resonates tintinnabulation on the masses?
                    Do I?

Spoke the forlorn gentleman excluded by oxygen,

                   “Aye, I seek her too.”