WORD CONJUGATION

When my words of yore

would marry words of your

wouldn’t that culminate…..

into pure conjugal juices…

Bliss produced by such

a harmonious union

would penetrate all wombs

and reach all recesses.

Bodies humane…..faces

inanimate immobile emotions

chock-a-block on the clogged

thoroughfares attempting

to reach the ultimate…..

defying all juxtapositions

confining all impositions

within….moving in darknezz….

saucy, swishy, slippery kindness

jostling to share space……

under the solar space……..

and the lunar terrace.

Ah! whatta race!

Hearts of yore……

and soul of yore…..

wanna express………

Superexpressways…….well

coordinated…paused

peopled and divided by toll-plazas.

Lanes and bylanes…..

intentionally deliberated

seamlessly well-connected

what general configuration

understand as muted…..

modernism….

are as per…

depth of comprehension

dated…back to the era of….

stone-age civilization.

Oh! all those thoughts…

of yore…..

You….married with the daily grind

and all mundane chore

would witness finality….

and endlessly wait…

for perpetual calamitious

ETERNITY………….

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