In this zeppeliniforous forest of transcalamactic zest
Wending its circumnambulatous path twixt fundament and floss,
Bobs the buoyant and billowing bulb of acrylic and sol
Lacing lycra and lost leggings through portholes of longing!
In cathartic cataracts, culminating con nonconclusivity
Shines the jinjangular whir of the dirigible of my heart.
Oh to shine these strandular interweaves and whorl in your bonds!
Then I should surely know bliss and seek gonoidal salve in thine turbines!
