I am from

I am from the land of  knowledge,

A desired automatism,

For assimilation of unbequeathed erudition,

 

If you wish to know,

Let its eddies entomb you,

 

I am from the land of orange satin,

Where the sun dances upon the wings of rainbows,

And glistens through a mid summers day

 

If you wish to stand out

Make your self fain and laudatory,  

 

I am from the land of incalescent eddies,

Surrounding a long forgotten dream,

A dream unseen, like a masterful tailor's seam,

 

If you wish to be inexpugnable,

Prepare to lose more than you gain,

 

I am from the land of gevalts perpetuated by gewgaw,

Its presence is etiolation

I aservate its repugnance

 

If you wish to stand out,

Be your ingenerat self

 

As the day becomes pervious to the night

Winged fowl screech and dart through the viscid nimbus enshrouding the day

 

Invidious trees reach snarled hands outstretched in sagaciousness

Invectives intumesce in an inanimate barrage

 

But all is as all was

Ars poetica eterne