What once was a baroque hearth
is now a sunken and nebulous blur
yet this lure leaves us inept from focus
this tundra we plunk
since we writhed from our locus
a tempura lamina
a gilded heap of mortar
in a paltry cadaverous bog
on pontoons of exclusion
we waft from our berths
diluted pollution of sinuous spurts
the ensuing plummet of tidal pulpits
like crimps in a pamphlet
it swelters lather of molten and insipid smog
this epitaph scrawled
on the wall meets erosion
from a summit descending lots in surge
the chortle of blemish pulses
like scabs on the canvas
it melts ardent tinder
as the stimulus itches its clod
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