SALAD OF THE GODS

Served with ambrosia,

dictation of mentality overt,

advert of aversion,

symptomatic and sublime,

contortion of nebular words,

sifting in the sublime concrescence,

life is a reformation,

rebuttal of admonishions,

coeval with the instant,

serving the survival,

inhabitating mirth,

we eat the words,

like lace,

amendments to their oblong striving,

erstwhile orbital,

the sea shifts,

boredom entails the revolution,

as we are obstructions,

obliterating obfuscation,

in service of the admixture of divine origins,

somewhere in the custom of diverse longing,

monuments of whim,

catapult in capricious coping,

conversely coeval with Copernican striving,

We fall beneath the overwhelming weight,

that lasts an eternity,

in wonderment,

confiding in the instantaneous,

mincing words,

and wordplay,

in this rendition of sounds,

made Salad of the Gods.

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