predicted gateway,
pylon to unlocking a
jupiter so sworn upon
ether's oath of disquisition,
investigating fire through the
combustible sexuality fueled by
unending scandal so hot it burns
the DNA of soul matter to abort a
sizeable skeleton
impassioned with
prophesy so concise,
epiphany blazes with its
destiny so haunting even
to the phoenix that ash, once
again, becomes fire, the erotic
vehicle of spiritualism to drive away
evil's twin
a pair of elliptical stanzas seared with the white hot iron of a syntax so convolutedly delicious it would entice a Juliet rarer than the avowed jupiter to exclaim in odorous tones, "Give me my syntax, again... I haven't paid enough!" Truly sage of you Ms. Sweetwater.
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Deborah