Alpha always
Begets the best,
Credulous curiosities.
Deliver me to delirium.
Entrench me in an enveloping enigma.
For, futility is a fawn, that
Gregarious gallant, a
Hopeless herald. He is
Incapable of the inescapable indignation.
Jungian justifications.
Kindly kissing--while
Lingering and lamenting
My own misfortune, am I, manipulated by
Nymphs, nobodies
Of omnipresence. O! Ophelia,
Please pardon my
Quiescent but quarantined quandaries.
Reprove my redundant
Studies, surreptitiously
Tempting this termagant
Ubiquity. Uncouth and uncertain, but
Vividly variegated. A
Wanton wonder,
Xhosa with Xeraphim.
You, the youthful yardmaster of all
Zephyrs! My Zenith!
There. Fixed it. Ya happy?
