Plates of quills and fruit that doubt the flight of green
Have called for authors from the castle joy to
Offer up these naked flames disguised as words
Enveloping a universe of laughter
Neither knight nor damson sighs can douse without
Intoxicating waters, energised by
Xanthus vines' and madder jewels' enchanted mouths
Questing beards and capacious smiles raise the day
Upon the devil of a shepherd's shoulders
Ill-defended windmills battle with the mind's
Xenogenetic fruit of wings unfolding
Orchestrated by the science of a muse
These salutations quest for ceremony
End with love in this refreshing xenium
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