Nevermore! [Exposition Objurgated Poesy‪]‬

This esoteric and erudite exposition lies intrinsically and salaciously intertwined in the fervent phantasmagoric tonality of my ideals. It cavorts in stylizing a contingent semaphore and a serendipitously lubricious leitmotif from a deluge of my lexicon; my conscious cosmogony capers the morphology of my infinite spirit. I stress my stoic sublimation through a confectionery carpe diem. This is my ardent adulation through the rumination of this alluring reverie as its reveler. 

The very utmost of all this stretches into the weird confines and limits of my superstitions and their reality. Arising in spiritual growth set upon the embedding of visible aspects of my mind's own psyche. Completely noticing the ripe medicine for the contrary; indeed, passing myself off to the solution, dropping questions. From the darkness of my soul to the ministry of its night turning into day. It's all compiled in a descriptive form of grammar inspired by poets like Edgar Allan Poe, Walt Whitman, and more.

As undestroyed and soaring so immortal, wandering as limitless. Deliriously abounding with the potently and perfectly strong. Through what's best, this new garden of realization is calling for the purest and clearest of songs. Thus, this prelude is generated for the offering, hither to the longest bathing in the suppleness of self-discovery and its love. As well as being filled with a few of my own personal paintings and a drawing.

This all abounds in helping and aiding me in the translation and transition of my feelings in some type of creative harmony. Of much extravagance therein, which I have not the proper time and space to just merely throw away altogether. Its purest place is meant not to fit into any real system of cosmology save one that I've imagined.

Nevertheless, it is not intended to be whole without a message from a dream universe as a sort of spiritual home. Divinely known by its beauty and power and best understood through the freedom of expression. Its true passion is too extraordinary for clear poetry, as the intrusion of its noblest love is utterly fatal yet essential for my soul.

Without saying as much in so many words, seeing that through its own fashion, it follows its own style of interpretation. As it ascertains what one might wish to further communicate in, what is carefully being searched out. The meaning in which the writing manifests is its own determining factor, among other things. In truths being expressed so differently, hence the reader must look for their own meaning in any given situation, granting the circumstance of its own culture. Paradoxically, learning further from the crisis and anguish of the advancing yet grappling with my own fate and destiny.