Love has fainted and gone away
Days are tainted and aestheticized
In a strange sort of anxiousnesses,
Transforming everyday stuff
In architectural atrociousness.
The long run lies ahead, full of atypicalities.
Joy may result from a contemporized attitude,
An act of mutual respect overcoming contrarieties
A fight against our dependability
A victory of individual liberty
Waves of desperateness transpired
Of that woman long term determination
Guiltlessness, by a groundskeeper such as her
Heartburnings, incantational powers,
Matriarchate untamable, soil of a nation
Margaret Mead, clairvoyantly,
Talked of committed people
Comradeliness of the few
Reverberative thought, never feeble.
Growthinesses in the morning dew