Above a courtyard view, the sky unveiled a cusped collage,
Amplifying an applique foreshadowed light so sighted few.
Slightly across a candle flicker amid clouded cumulus corsage,
Met meted means penumbra deemed, pellucid midnight blue.
One veered temporarily, and opened a window-heeded glance,
The second look, tendered nostalgic, a woven scope,
Twisted until time bid space, an acceeded circumstance,
Harmoniously thereof, as an adage, aeolian rendered rope.
Accelerated, the pace sublime, along the breezes sent
An inadvertent kinder find, insomuch how lingering solitude,
Cogitated these things, that feazed strings, blowing blind bent
Whimsically, this whispered, "wow", a non-poetic latitude.
For even as many directions in bloc were turned by my glass counterpane,
More morphed an air of pensil quintessence, which fast cannot be named.
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